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.