Robert Burns

MY BONIE MARY
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 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 BONIE 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;
IT'S NOT THE ROAR O' SEA OR SHORE,
WAD MAK ME LANGER WISH TO TARRY!
NOR SHOUTS O' WAR THAT'S HEARD AFAR-
IT'S LEAVING THEE, MY BONIE MARY! 1788