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Robert Burns - The White Cockade
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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 takes the field wi his White Cockade.

	Chorus:
	O he`s a ranting, roving lad,
	He is a brisk an a bonny 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,
	My gude gray mare and hawkit cow;
	To buy mysel a tartan plaid,
	To follow the boy wi the White Cockade.

	Chorus:
	O he`s a ranting, roving lad,
	He is a brisk an a bonny lad,
	Betide what may, I will be wed,
	And follow the boy wi the White Cockade.
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