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THE WHITE COCKADE.
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ta'en the field wi' his white cockade. he's a rantin'
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tide what may, my heart is glad To see my lad wi' his
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white cockade !
My love was born in Aberdeen,
The bonniest lad that e'er was seen,
But now be maks my heart full sad,
He 's ta'en the field wi' his white cockade.
he's a rantin' rovin' blade,
Ohe'sa brisk and bonnie lad,
Betide what may, my heart is glad
To see my lad wi' his white cockade I 1
I '11 sell my rock, I '11 sell my reel,
My rippling-kaim and spinning-wheel,
To buy my lad a tartan plaid,
A braid sword, durk, and a white cockade.
1 Variation in Herd's Collection :
: Betide what will, I '11 get me ready,
And follow the lad wi' the tartan plaidie.'

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