A Farewell
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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. |
