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Oh, Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Lass o' Livistone." I.         Oh, 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'. II.         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:         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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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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