��ROBERT BURNS

��My Bonnie Mary

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!

��49 7 John Anderson ', my Jo

JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,

• • When we were first acquent,

Your locks were like the raven,

Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John,

Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow,

John Anderson, my jo!

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