The White Cockade
traditional, arranged by Pint and Dale

'Twas on one Sunday morning
As I walked o'er the moss,
I had no thought of enlisting,
Till 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 (they advanced me)
Some money, ten shillings from the crown.

Oh yes, my love's enlisted
And he wears the white cockade,
He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade.
He is a handsome young man, and he's gone to serve the king
And my very (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
But through some sad misfortune a soldier now is he
May the very man that 'listed him may he suffer night and day.
And I wish that (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
At anything he takes in hand for as long as he's alive.
May the very ground he walks on, the grass refuse to grow
Since he has been (Since he has been)
Since he has been (Since he has been)
The source of my sorrow, grief and woe.

Then he took out his handkerchief
To wipe her flowing eyes,
Leave off these lamentations, likewise these mournful cries.
Leave off these lamentations while I march o'er the plains,
We'll be married (We'll be married)
We'll be married (We'll be married)
In the springtime when I return again.

Oh yes, my love's enlisted,
And for him I will rove
I'll carve his name on every tree that buds in yonder grove.
Where the huntsman he do holler and the hounds do sweetly cry
To remind me (To remind me)
To remind me (To remind me)
Of my ploughboy until the day I die.