[ 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 Of earth and air, of earth and air, 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 only jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
[ I LOVE MY JEAN]
Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonie lassie lives, The lassie I lo’e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row And monie a hill between; But day and night my fancy’s flight Is ever wi’ my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu’ birds, I hear her charm the air: There’s not a bonie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green; There’s not a bonie bird that sings, But minds me o’ my Jean.