The Silver Tassie
The Silver Tassie | |
Robert Burns, 1789
| 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 bony Mary. | 2. 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 make me langer wish to tarry! Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar- It's leaving thee, my bony Mary! |