y bonie ary
go, fetch to a pt o&039; e,
and fill it a silver tassie;
that i ay drk before i go,
a service to y bonie ssie
the boat rocks at the pier o&039; leith;
fu&039; loud the d bws frae the ferry;
the ship rides by the berwick-w,
and i aun leave y bonie ary
the trupets und, the banners fly,
the glitterg spears are ranked ready:
the shouts o&039; war are heard afar,
the battle closes deep and bloody;
it&039;s not the roar o&039; sea or shore,
wad ak nr wish to tarry!
nor shouts o&039; war that&039;s heard afar—
it&039;s leavg thee, y bonie ary!
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