Barbara Dickson - The White Cockade lyrics

My love was born in Aberdeen The bonniest lad that e'er was seen But now he makes our hearts fu' sad He's ta'en the Field wi' his White co*kade 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 with his White co*kade Oh, leeze me on my philabeg The hairy hough and garter'd leg But aye the thing the blinds my ee Is the White co*kade aboun the bree 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 with his White co*kade 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 a White co*kade 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 with his White co*kade I'll sell my rokelay and my tow My good grey mare and hawkit cow; That every loyal Buchan lad May tak' the field in a White co*kade 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 with his White co*kade