Текст песни The White Cockade

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 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 with his White Cockade Oh leeze me on my philabeg The hairy hough and garter'd leg But aye the thing the blinds my ee Is the White Cockade aboun the bree CHORUS 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 Cockade CHORUS 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 Cockade CHORUS