The Silver Tassie
Robert Burns
1759 to 1796
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The ship rides by the Berwick-Law,
It's not the roar o' sea or shore
And I maun leave my bonie Mary.
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
A service to my bonie lassie!
Wad mak me langer wish to tarry,
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar:
Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry,
That I may drink before I go
The glittering spears are rankèd ready,
The battle closes deep and bloody.
And fill it in a silver tassie,
Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine,
It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!
The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,