Kate Rusby – White Cockade (Guitar)

[Intro]
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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, a shilling from the crown.

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My true love he is listed 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       heart is aching all for 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, and I wish that,    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      in the springtime when I return again

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My true love he is handsome 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      of my ploughboy, until the day I die