Robert Burns(1759–1796)

O Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast

Oh Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast

On yonder lea, on yonder lea;

My plaidie to the angry airt,quarter (of the -wind)

I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee:

Or did misfortune's bitter storms

Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,

Thy bield 0 should be my bosom,shelter

To share it a', to share it a'.

Or were I in the wildest waste,

Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,

The desart 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.

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