Robert Burns

The Silver Tassie

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 rankèd 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 shout o' war that 's heard afar:    
   It 's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!