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
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 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