O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast

Oh 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.