THE WHITE COCKADE

My love was born in Aberdeen,
The bonniest lad that eíer was seen,
But now he makes our hearts fuí sad . . .
He takes the field wií his White Cockade

O, heís a ranting, roving lad,
He is a brisk aní a bonnie lad;
Betide what may, I will be wed
And follow the boy wií the White Cockade!

Iíll sell my rock, my reel, my tow,
My guid grey mare and hawkit cow,
To buy myselí a tartan plaid,
To follow the boy wií the White Cockade

O, heís a ranting, roving lad,
He is a brisk aní a bonnie lad;
Betide what may, I will be wed
And follow the boy wií the White Cockade!