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VIII. JACOBITE
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But 'tis not my suff'rings thus wretched, forlorn —
My brave gallant friends, 'tis your ruin I mourn !
Your faith prov'd so loyal in hot-bloody trial,
Alas ! can I make it no better return ?
No. 287. My love was born in Aberdeen.
Tune : The White Cockade. Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 272.
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My love was born in Aberdeen,
The boniest lad that e'er was seen ;
But now he makes our hearts fu' sad, —
He takes the field wi' his White Cockade.
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He is a brisk an'' a bonie lad!
Betide what may, I will be wed,
A lid follow the boy wV the White Cockade.
I'll sell my rock, my reel, my tow,
My gude gray mare and hawkit cow,
To buy mysel a tartan plaid,
To follow the boy wi' the White Cockade.