Robert Burns: How To Know Him

by William Allan Neilson

My plaidie to the angry airt, direction

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, 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 desert were a paradise,

If thou wert there, if thou wert there.