White Cockade

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My love was born in Aberdeen,
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the boniest [lad that e'er was seen.
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But now he makes our hearts fu' sad,
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He takes the  field we' his White 
Cockade.


[Verse 2]

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Oh he's a ranting rovin lad,
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He is  brisk and a  bonnie  D7lad,
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Be - tide what may, I will be  wed
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And follow the  boy wi the  White 
Cockade.


[Verse 3]

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I'll sell my rock, my reel my tow,
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My guide gray mare and hawkit cow.
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To buy myself a tartan plade,
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To follow the boy wi the White 
Cockade.