O Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast
Friday, January 25, 2008 at 11:08AM 
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,
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, be my Queen.
Today, January 25, is Rabbie Burns Day, the bard’s birthday and the day when celebratory Burn’s suppers are traditionally held. In the name of efficiency, I’m posting a weather related poem in commemoration.
More Burns: Sherry of Semicolon has posted a collection of Burn’s graces.
Reader Comments (1)
'Tis Beatiful! Guid Auld Rabbie!