The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE WHITE COCKADE |
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THE WHITE COCKADE
Chorus
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!
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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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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.
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Chorus
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!
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