The White Cockade Lyrics

It was a summer's morning as I went o'er the moss
I had no thoughts of listing 'til some soldiers did me
cross
They kindly did invite me to a flowing bowl in town
They advanced me, they advanced me, they advanced me
some money, ten guineas and a crown
Oh yes my love has listed, he wears a white cockade
He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade
He is a handsome young man, he's gone to serve the king
And my very, and my very, and my very heart is aching
all for the love of him
Oh yes my love is handsome and comely for to see
And by a sad misfortune, a soldier now is he
I hope the man that 'listed him may never happy be

And I wish that, and I wish that, and I wish that the
Hollanders would sink him in the sea
Oh may he never prosper and may he never thrive Nor anything he turns his hand as long as he's alive
May the very ground he walks upon, the grass refuse to
grow
Since he's been, since he's been, since he's been the
only cause of my sorrow, grief and woe
Then he took out his handkerchief to wipe her flowing
eyes
Leave off your lamentations, likewise your mournful
cries
Leave off your lamentations, for I must roam the plain
We'll be married, we'll be married, we'll be married in
London when I return again
Oh yes my love is listed and I for him will rove
I'll carve his name on every tree that lies in yonder
grove
The huntsmen he will follow, the hounds they will all
cry
To remind me, to remind me, to remind me of my
ploughboy until the day I die

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