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. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry,
It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!
The glittering spears are rankèd ready,
Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine,
A service to my bonie lassie!
That I may drink before I go
The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The ship rides by the Berwick-Law,
Wad mak me langer wish to tarry,
And I maun leave my bonie Mary.
The battle closes deep and bloody.
It's not the roar o' sea or shore
And fill it in a silver tassie,
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar:
The trumpets sound, the banners fly,