O wert thou in the cauldblast,
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 bieldshould be my bosom,
To share it a’, to share it a’.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae black and bare, saeblack and bare,
The desert were a Paradise,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there;
Orwere I Monarch o’the globe,
Wi’ thee to reign, wi’thee to reign,
The brightest jewel in my Crown
Wad be my Queen, wadbe my Queen.