Six popular songs (1850-1860)/My love was born in Aberdeen

My Love was Born in Aberdeen.

My love was born in Aberdeen,
The bonniest lad that e'er was seen;
But now he makes our hearts fu' sad.
He takes the field wi' his white cockade.

⁠O he's a ranting, roving lad,
⁠He is a brisk an' a bonny lad;
⁠Betide what may, I will be wed,
⁠And follow the boy wi' the white cockade.

I'll sell my rock, my reel, my tow,
My gude grey mare, and hawkit cow,
To buy myself a tartan plaid,
To follow the boy wi' the white cockade.

⁠O he's a ranting, &c.