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.
O my very o my very o my very o 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 he advanced he advanced 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 how I wish that how I wish that 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 since he'as been since he'as been 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.