The White Cockade (The Navigators)

'Twas on a summer's morning
as I roved o'er the moss,
I had no thought of enlisting
till a soldier did me cross;
Then he did invite me
to take a flowing bowl,
He advanced to me some money,
a shilling from the Crown.

For now I am enlisted,
I wear a white cockade,
And by a sad misfortune,
a soldier I've been made;
May the man that first enlisted me
not prosper night or day,
How I wish that he would perish
all in the foaming spray.

And may he never prosper
and may he never thrive,
On all he puts his hands to
as long as he's alive;
May the very ground he treads upon
the grass refuse to grow,
For he's been the only cause
of my sorrow and my woe.

My love took out a handkerchief
to wipe her flowing eyes,
Dry up your mournful tears now
and all your mournful sighs;
May you be of good courage
and think of me till then,
We'll be married in Newcastle
when I return again.

####.... Based on a Scottish traditional, My Love Was Born In Aberdeen, first published in Herd's Ancient And Modern Scottish Songs, 1776. Also a variant of a 19th-century British broadside ballad, The White Cockade, published by E M A Hodges (London) sometime between 1846 and 1854, and archived at the Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, shelfmark: Harding B 15(372a) ....####
This variant arranged and recorded by the Navigators (Dance And Sing, trk#9, 2002, Trademark Distribution, St John's, NL, produced by the Navigators and Spencer Crewe, and recorded at Audio Lab on Great Big Gear) Performance rights administered by SOCAN. All rights reserved.

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