The White Cockade - Kate Rusby

One day as I was walking all o’er yon fields of moss

I had no thoughts of enlisting till some soldiers did me cross

They kindly did invite me to a flowing ball and down

They advanced, they advanced me some money

A shilling from the crown

My true love he is handsome and he wears a white cockade

He is a handsome young man, likewise a roving blade

He is a handsome young man, he’s gone to serve the King

Oh my very, oh my very

Heart is aching all the love of him

My true love he is handsome and comely for to see

And by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he

I wish the man that’s listed him might prosper night nor day

And I wish that, I wish that

The hollanders might sink him in the sea

Then he took out his hankerchief to wipe my flowing eye

Leave off your lamentations likewise your mournful sighs

Leave off your grief and sorrow until I march o’er yon plain

We’ll be married, we’ll be married

In the springtime when I return again

My true love he is listed and it’s all for him I’ll rove

I’ll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove

My poor heart it does hallow, how my poor heart it does cry

To remind me, to remind me

Of my ploughboy, until the day I die