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.