GO fetch to me a pint o' wine

    An' 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 5

    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 rankèd ready；

    The shouts o' war are heard afar

    The battle closes thick and bloody；

    But 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 bonnie Mary.