239. Song—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 o’ war are heard afar,
 The battle closes deep and bloody;
It’s not the roar o’ sea or shore,
 Wad mak me langer wish to tarry!
Nor shouts o’ war that’s heard afar—
 It’s leaving thee, my bonie Mary!

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