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 ready:
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 ready:
The shouts o' war are heard afar, the battle closes deep and bloody.