One day as I was walking all o'er yon fields of moss,
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I had no thoughts of enlisting till some soldiers did me cross,
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They kindly did invite me to a flowing ball and down,
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They advanced, they advanced me some money,
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A shilling from the crown.
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My true love he is handsome and he wears a white cockade,
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He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade,
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He is a handsome young man, he's gone to serve the King,
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Oh my very, oh my very,
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Heart is aching all the love of him.
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My true love he is handsome and comely for to see,
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And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he,
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I wish the man that's listed him might prosper night nor day,
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And I wish that, I wish that,
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The hollanders might sink him in the sea.
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Then he took out his hankerchief to wipe my flowing eye,
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Leave off your lamentations likewise your mournful sighs,
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Leave off your grief and sorrow until I march o'er yon plain,
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We'll be married, we'll be married,
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In the springtime when I return again.
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My true love he is listed and it's all for him I'll rove,
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I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove,
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My poor heart it does hallow, how my poor heart it does cry,
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To remind me, to remind me,
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The White Cockade
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| Kate Rusby |
