o wert thou in the cauld blast

    o wert thou in the cauld blast,

    on yonder lea, on yonder lea,

    my plaidie to the angry airt,

    i'd shelter thee, i'd shelter thee;

    or did misfortune's bitter storms

    around thee blaw, around thee blaw,

    thy bield should be my bosom,

    to share it a', to share it a'.

    or were i in the wildest waste,

    sae black and bare, sae black and bare,

    the desert were a paradise,

    if thou wert there, if thou wert there;

    or were i monarch o' the globe,

    wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign,

    the brightest jewel in my crown

    wad be my queen, wad be my queen.