Tom: G
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.
