| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast | | By Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
| | | 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 | 5 |
| Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, | |
| Thy bield should be my bosom, | |
| To share it a’, to share it a’. | |
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| Or were I in the wildest waste, | |
| Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| Wad be my Queen, wad be my Queen. | | | | |
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