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.