The Book of Scottish Song/The White Cockade

The White Cockade.

[The following are the old Jacobite verses to the popular tune of "The White Cockade."]

My love was born in Aberdeen,
The bonniest kid that e'er was seen;
But now he makes our hearts fu' sad—
He's ta'en the field wi' his white cockade.
⁠O, he's a ranting, roving blade!
⁠O, he's a brisk and a bonny lad!
⁠Betide what may, my heart is glad
⁠To see my lad wi' his white cockade.

O, leeze me on the philabeg,
The hairy hough, and garter'd leg!
But aye the thing that glads my e'e,
Is the white cockade aboon the bree.

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,
My rippling kame, and spinning wheel,
To buy my lad a tartan plaid,
A braidsword and a white cockade.

I'll sell my rokely and my tow,
My gude gray mare and hawket cow,
That ev'ry loyal Buchan lad
May tak' the field wi' his white cockade.

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