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Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine, / And fill it in a silver tassie; / That I may drink before I go, / A service to my bonie 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 bonie Mary.
The trumpets sound, the banners fly, / The glittering spears are ranked ready: / The shouts o' war are heard afar, / The battle closes deep and bloody; / It's not the roar o' sea or shore, / Wad mak me langer wish to tarry! / Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar- / It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!