My love was born in Aberdeen,
The bonniest lad that e’er was seen;
But now he makes our hearts fu’ sad,
He’s taen the field wi’ his white cockade.
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Chorus.
O he’s a rantin, rovin blade,
He’s a brisk and a bonny lad,
Betide what may, my heart is glad,
To see my lad wi his white cockade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She’ll sell her rock her reel and tow <\/p>\n\n\n\n
my guid gray mare and hawkit cow <\/p>\n\n\n\n
to buy herself a tartan plaid <\/p>\n\n\n\n
to follow the laddie wi the white cockade
I’ll sell my rock, I’ll sell my reel,\u00a0
My rippling-kame and spinning wheel,\u00a0
To buy my lad a tartan plaid,\u00a0
A braidsword, dirk, and white cockade.
Well she sold her rock her reel and tow \u00a0
Her Guid gray mare and her and hawkit cow,\u00a0
She bought herself a tartan plaid
and she’s following her laddie wi the white cockade <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My love was born in Aberdeen,\u00a0
The bonniest lad that e’er was seen;\u00a0
But now he makes our hearts fu’ sad,\u00a0
He’s taen the field wi’ his white cockade.
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My love was born in Aberdeen, The bonniest lad that e’er was seen; But now he makes our hearts fu’ sad, He’s taen the field wi’ his white cockade. Chorus.O he’s a rantin, rovin blade, He’s a brisk and a bonny lad, Betide what may, my heart is glad, To see my lad wi his white cockade. She’ll sell her rock … <\/p>\n