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 not the roar o\' sea or shore
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shout o\' war that\'s heard afar-
It\'s leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.