My Love Has Listed (or the White Cockade)
Anonymous
| Original | Sebbene questa versione si intitoli The Blue Cockade è chiaramente ... |
| MY LOVE HAS LISTED (OR THE WHITE COCKADE) | MY LOVE HAS LISTED (OR THE WHITE COCKADE) |
| 'Tis true, my love's enlisted and he wears a white cockade. He is a handsome young lad likewise a roving blade. He is a handsome young lad, just right to serve a king. Oh my very heart is breaking all for the loss of him. | ‘Twas on one Monday morning As I walked o’er the moss, I little thought of ‘listing, ‘Til some soldiers did me cross, The company enticed me To drink their health all round, And the bounty (and the bounty), And the bounty (and the bounty), They gave me: Five guineas and a crown. |
| As I roved out one morning, as I wandered over yon moors I had no thoughts of 'listing till a soldier did me cross. He kindly did invite me to take a flowing bowl. He advanced me the money two guineas and a crown. | My head was full of drink love And I didn’t think of you And now I’m forced to go and join The orange and the blues(2). Our ship she waits at anchor To take the flowing tide. I’ll return love (I’ll return love), I’ll return love (I’ll return love) In the springtime When I make you my bride. |
| My love is tall and handsome and comely for to see but by a sad misfortune a soldier now is he. May the man that first enlisted him not prosper night and day! How I wish that he may perish all in the foaming spray! | So early the next morning, Before the break of day, The captain called his orders And my love marched away. All in your ranks and files boys, All on your native shore. Fare thee well love (fare thee well love), Fare thee well love (fare thee well love), Fare thee well love, You’re the lad that I adore. |
| And may he never prosper and may he never thrive on that he puts his hands to as long as he's alive! May the very ground he treads upon the grass refuse to bloom Since he'as been my, only cause of my sorrow grief and gloom! | But I hope you never prosper And I hope you always fail; At everything you venture I hope you n’er do well; And the very ground you walk upon – May the grass refuse to grow, Since you’ve been the (since you’ve been the), Since you’ve been the (since you’ve been the) Very cause of My sorrow, grief and woe. |
| She's then pulled out her handkerchief to wipe her flowing tears. “Wipe up, wipe up them mournful tears, likewise them mournful sighs! And be you of good courage till I return again! You and I love, you and I love, you and I love, you and I love Will be married when I return again!” | It’s true my love has listed And he wears a blue cockade; He is a handsome young man, Likewise a roving blade; He is a handsome young man, He’s gone to serve the king, Whilst my very (whilst my very), Whilst my very (whilst my very) Heart is breaking All for the love of him. |
