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



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



The shouts o' war are heard afar,

the battle closes deep and bloody.