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;
Its not the roar o sea or shore
Wad mak me langer wish to tarry!
Nor shouts o war thats heard afar
Its leaving thee my bonnie Mary!