The White Cockade lyrics

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.

O, he's a ranting, roving lad!

He is a brisk an' a bonie 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 guid gray mare and hawkit cow,

To buy mysel a tartan plaid,

To follow the boy wi' the White Cockade.

O, he's a ranting, roving lad!

He is a brisk an' a bonie lad!

Betide what may, I will be wed,

And follow the boy wi' the White Cockade!