A Farewell
Robert Burns, 1786

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 of 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 rankéd ready;
     The shouts o' war are heard afar,
      The battle closes thick and bloody;
     But 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 bonnie Mary.