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 make me langer wish to tarry; Nor shouts o' war that's heard afarIt's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary. would WILLIE BREWED A PECK O' MAUT. O WILLIE brewed a peck o' maut, And aye we'll taste the barley bree. It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wile us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! malt came, taste live-long would not tipsy drop, eye crow, dawn many more know sky, so high home while |