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[G]My love was born in Aberdeen,
the boniest [Em]lad that [Am]e'er was [D7]seen.
But [G]now he makes
our hearts fu' [Em]sad,
He takes the [D7]field we' his [G]White Cockade.
[G]Oh he's
a ranting rovin [D7]lad,
He[G] is[Em] brisk and a [Am]bonnie [D7]lad,
Be - [G]tide what may, I will be[Em] wed
And
follow the [DY]boy wi the [G]White Cockade.
I'll
sell my rock, my reel my tow,
My guide gray mare and hawkit cow.
To buy myself a tartan plade,
To follow the boy
wi the White Cockade.
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