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 ranked 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!