GO fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' 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 maun 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 no 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO UNKNOWN QUANTITY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) PSALM 1; DONE INTO VERSE 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 17 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |