You Take The High Road, I'll Take The Low Road

It's Robert Burns Day, to those of Scottish roots, marking the birthday of the poet. It's a Scots national holiday, marked with the eating of a dish called haggis and the drinking of whisky. We thought we'd mark the day with one of his poems... and a bit of mischief. 

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 rankèd 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!  ~ Robert Burns