Robert Burns

My Bonnie Mary

Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o’ Leith, Fu’ loud the wind blaws frae the ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are rankèd ready; The shouts o’ war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody; But it ’s no the roar o’ sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry; Nor shout o’ war that ’s heard afar— It ’s leaving thee, my bonnie Mary!