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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 must 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 thick and bloody;

But it‘s not the roar o' sea or shore

Wad mak me langer wish to tarry;

Nor shout o‘ war that‘s heard afar,

It‘s leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.

It was upon a Lammas night,

When corn rigs are bonnie,

Beneath the moon‘s unclouded light,

I hied awa to Annie;