Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
An' fill it in a silver tassie; goblet
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, from
The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. must
The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are rankèd ready;