My Bonnie Mary
1759-1796
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!
DayPoems Poem No. 448
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/448.html">My Bonnie Mary by Robert Burns</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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