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.


[Verse 2]

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.


[Verse 3]

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.