GO fetch to me a pint o' wine, <br /> An' fill it in a silver tassie, <br />That I may drink, before I go, <br /> A service to my bonnie lassie. <br />The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith, <br /> Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry, <br />The ship rides by the Berwick-law, <br /> And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. <br /> <br />The trumpets sound, the banners fly, <br /> The glittering spears are ranked ready; <br />The shouts o' war are heard afar, <br /> The battle closes thick and bloody; <br />But it 's no the roar o' sea or shore <br /> Wad mak me langer wish to tarry; <br />Nor shout o' war that 's heard afar-- <br /> It 's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-bonnie-mary/
