The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are ranked ready,
The shouts of war are heard afar,

The battle closes deep and bloody.
It's not the roar of sea or shore,
Would make me langer wish to tarry

Nor shouts of war that's heard afar
It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!


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 ranked ready,
The shouts of war are heard afar,

The battle closes deep and bloody.
It's not the roar of sea or shore,
Would make me langer wish to tarry;

Nor shouts of war that's heard afar
It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!


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
And I maun leave my bonie Mary.