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
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.
