White Cockade

G My love was born in Aberdeen, Em Am D7 the boniest [lad that e'er was seen. G Em But now he makes our hearts fu' sad, D7 G He takes the field we' his White Cockade. G D7 Oh he's a ranting rovin lad, G Em Am D7 He is brisk and a bonnie D7lad, G Em Be - tide what may, I will be wed D7 G And follow the boy wi the White Cockade. G D7 I'll sell my rock, my reel my tow, G Em Am D7 My guide gray mare and hawkit cow. G Em To buy myself a tartan plade, D7 G To follow the boy wi the White Cockade.