The Silver Tassie
Robert Burns
1759 to 1796
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Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine,
And it in a silver tassie,
That I may drink I go
A service to my bonie lassie!
The rocks at the pier o' Leith,
Fu' loud the blaws frae the Ferry,
The ship rides by the Berwick-Law,
And I maun leave my bonie Mary.
The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are rankèd ready,
shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes and bloody.
It's not the roar o' sea or
Wad mak me langer wish to tarry,
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar:
It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!