A Farewell

by Robert Burns

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.