| The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
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| The glittering spears are ranked ready,
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| The shouts of war are heard afar,
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| The battle closes deep and bloody.
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| It’s not the roar of sea or shore,
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| Would make me langer wish to tarry;
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| Nor shouts of war that’s heard afar
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| It’s leaving thee, my bonie Mary!
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| Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
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| And fill it in a silver tassie;
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| That I may drink, before I go,
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| A service to my bonie lassie:
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| The boat rocks at the Pier o' Leith,
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| Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry,
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| The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
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| And I maun leave my bonie Mary.
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| The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
|
| The glittering spears are ranked ready,
|
| The shouts of war are heard afar,
|
| The battle closes deep and bloody.
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| It’s not the roar of sea or shore,
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| Would make me langer wish to tarry;
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| Nor shouts of war that’s heard afar
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| It’s leaving thee, my bonie Mary!
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| The boat rocks at the Pier o' Leith,
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| Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry
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| The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
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| And I maun leave my bonie Mary.
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| And I maun leave my bonie Mary. |