MY BONNIE MARY

by: Robert Burns (1759-1796)

      O 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!

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