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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 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 deep and bloody;
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 bonnie lassie.
It's not the roar o' sea or shore,
Wad mak me langer wich to tarry!
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar-
It's leaving thee, 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 deep and bloody.
