My love was born in Aberdeen The bonniest laddie that you've e'er seen But now he makes my heart fu' sad He's taken to the field wi' his white cockade He's a rantin, a rovin lad He is a brisk and a bonny lad Whate'er betide, I will be glad To follow the laddie wi' the white cockade I'll sell my roke, my reel, my tow My good grey mare and hawkit cow To buy myself a tartan plaid To follow the laddie wi' the white cockade He's a rantin, a rovin lad He is a brisk and a bonny lad Whate'er betide, I will be glad To follow the laddie wi' the white cockade My love was born in Aberdeen, The bonniest laddie that you've ever seen But now he makes my heart fu' sad He's taken to the field wi' his white cockade He's a rantin, a rovin lad He is a brisk and a bonny lad Whate'er betide, I will be glad To follow the laddie wi' the white cockade