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.