O, were you in the cold blast
On yonder meadow, on yonder meadow,
My plaid to the angry direction,
I would shelter you, I would shelter you,
Or did Misfortune's bitter storms
Around you blow, around you blow,
Your shelter should be my bosom,
To share it all, to share it all.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
So black and bare, so black and bare,
The desert were a Paradise,
If you were there, if you were there.
Or were I monarch of the globe,
With you to reign, with you to reign,
The brightest jewel in my crown
Would be my queen, would be my queen