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The Silver Tassie

The Silver Tassie
1.
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 bonie 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 mak me langer wish to tarry,
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar:
It's leaving thee, my bonie Mary!


The Silver Goblet

Go, fetch to me a pint of wine,
And fill it in a silver goblet,
That I may drink before I go
A service to my lovely girl!
The boat rocks at the pier of Leith,
Full loud the wind blows from the Ferry,
The ship rides by the Berwick-Law,
And I must leave my lovely Mary.

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.
It is not the roar of sea or shore
Would make me longer wish to tarry,
Nor shouts of war that is heard afar:
It is leaving you, my lovely Mary!
 

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