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, My guid gray mare and hawkit cow, To buy mysel a tartan plaid, To follow the boy wi' the 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!

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Hannah Gordon

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1790 and is read here by Hannah Gordon.

Themes for this song

love seduction nature

Selected for 11 June

For supporters of the Stuart line, June 10th was 'White Rose Day'. Here we present a song in honour of the equivalent of that symbolic flower: the white cockade or ribbon Jacobite sympathisers pinned to their bonnets. And it was on June 11th, 1975 that the first oil from the North Sea was pumped ashore, changing the city of Aberdeen dramatically. So it is apt that today's poem begins with a reference to the Granite City.

Donny O'Rourke

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