White CockadeMy love was born in Aberdeen, The bonniest lad that ere was seen; But now he makes oor heart fu' sad, He takes the field wi' his White Cockade. O he's a ranting, roving lad! He is a brisk an' a bonnie lad! Betide what may, I will be wed, And follow the boy with the White Cockade. I'll sell my rock, my reel, my tow, My gude grey mare and hawkit cow. To buy mysel' a tartan plaid, To follow the boy with the White Cockade. O he's a ranting, roving lad! He is a brisk an' a bonnie lad! Betide what may, I will be wed, And follow the boy with the White Cockade. |