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.