The White Cockade The Corries

[Verse 1]
My love was born in Aberdeen
The bonniest laddie that you've ever seen
Now he makes my heart fu’ sad
He's taken to the field wi' his white cockade

[Chorus]
He’s a rantin', a rovin' lad
He is a brisk and a bonny lad
Whate'er betide I will be glad
To follow the laddie wi' the white cockade

[Verse 2]
I'll sell my rock, my reel, my tow
My gude grey mare and m' hawkit coo
To buy myself a tartan plaid
To follow the laddie wi' the white cockade

[Chorus]
He’s a rantin’, a rovin' lad
He is a brisk and a bonny lad
Whate’еr betide I will be glad
To follow thе laddie wi' the white cockade

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