My Love Has Listed (or the White Cockade)

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MY LOVE HAS LISTED (OR THE WHITE COCKADE) 'Tis true, my love's enlisted and he wears a white cockade. He is a handsome young lad likewise a roving blade. He is a handsome young lad, just right to serve a king. Oh my very heart is breaking all for the loss of him. As I roved out one morning, as I wandered over yon moors I had no thoughts of 'listing till a soldier did me cross. He kindly did invite me to take a flowing bowl. He advanced me the money two guineas and a crown. My love is tall and handsome and comely for to see but by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he. May the man that first enlisted him not prosper night and day! How I wish that he may perish all in the foaming spray! And may he never prosper and may he never thrive on that he puts his hands to as long as he's alive! May the very ground he treads upon the grass refuse to bloom Since he'as been my, only cause of my sorrow grief and gloom! She's then pulled out her handkerchief to wipe her flowing tears. “Wipe up, wipe up them mournful tears, likewise them mournful sighs! And be you of good courage till I return again! You and I love, you and I love, you and I love, you and I love Will be married when I return again!”

MY LOVE HAS LISTED (OR THE WHITE COCKADE) My love was born in Aberdeen, The boniest lad that e’er was seen; But now he makes our hearts fu’ sad – He takes the field wi’ his White Cockade. O, he’s a ranting, roving lad! He is a brisk an’ a bonie lad! Betide what may, I will be wed, And follow the boy wi’ the White Cockade! I’ll sell my rock, my reel, my tow(1), My guid gray mare and hawkit (2) cow, To buy mysel a tartan plaid, To follow the boy wi’ the White Cockade.