The Silver Tassie
Robert Burns, 1789
|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 bony Mary.
|2. 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 make me langer wish to tarry!
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar-
It's leaving thee, my bony Mary!