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