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corries - the white cockade lyrics

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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 c-ckade.

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 c-ckade.
oh leeze me on the philabeg
the hairy hough and garten’d leg;
but aye the thing that blinds my ee,
the white c-ckade aboun the bree.

i’ll sell my rock, i’ll sell my reel,
my rippling-kame and spinning wheel,
to buy my lad a tartan plaid,
a braidsword, dirk, and white c-ckade.

i’ll sell my rokelay and my tow,
my good grey mare and hawkit cow,
that every loyal buchan lad
may tak the field wi the white c-ckade.

- corries lyrics

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