Robert Burns The Silver Tassie

The Silver Tassie

Go bring to me a pint o wine,
 And fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink, before I go,
 A service to my bonie 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 bony Mary.

The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
 The glittering spears are rankèd ready,
The shouts o war are heard afar,
 The battle closes deep and bloody.
It's not the roar o sea or shore,
 Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shouts o war that's heard afar –
 It's leaving thee, my bony Mary!

Robert Burns