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my bonnie mary
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.
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon‘s unclouded light,
I hied awa to Annie;
