Go bring 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 rankèd ready,
The shouts o’ war are heard afar,
The battle closes deep and bloody.
It’s not the roar of sea or shore,
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shouts o’ war that’s heard afar
It’s leaving thee, my bonnie Mary!