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 stormsAround 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 CrownWad be my Queen, wad be my Queen.