Mick Haywood's Song Wordbook

Leeds Years

Portrait of Bonnie Prince Charlie with white cloth flower on his hat

Bonnie Prince Charlie sporting
"The White Cockade" on his hat

The White Cockade


This is another favourite old chorus song I picked up in the early days of the Leeds folk clubs where it was extremely popular, especially at ‘The Grove’.

The early folk song collector Frank Kidson in his book ‘Traditional Tunes’ published in 1891, states that he "originally noted it down from the singing of my mother, who heard it sung in Leeds about the year 1820." He called the song "The Summer Morning". In 1821, ‘Blackwood‘s Edingburgh Magazine’ printed a version of the song that they received from Thomas Doubleday, a Newcastle soap boiler.

My version seems to be an amalgamation of the two, plus some!
The Jacobite troops supporting Bonnie Prince Charlie had no formal uniform. So after the Prince picked a wild rose and pinned it to his hat, they adopted the ‘White Cockade’ as their emblem, which they stitched to their scotch bonnets.

The White Cockade

1. It was one summers morning, as I rode o’er yon moss
I had no thoughts of 'listing till a soldier did me cross.
He kindly did invite me to take a flowing bowl.
He advanced, he advanced, he advanced,
He advanced me some money and a shilling from the crown.

2. 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, Oh my very, Oh my very,
Oh my very heart is breaking all for the love of him.

3. 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, how I wish that, how I wish that,
How I wish that he may perish all in the foaming spray!

4. And may he never prosper, and may he never thrive
Nor anything he takes in hand as long as he's alive!
May the very ground he treads upon the grass refuse grow
Since he has been my, since he has been my, since he has been my,
Since he has been my, only cause of my sorrow, grief and woe!

5. She's then pulled out her handkerchief to wipe her flowing eyes.
Leave off your lamentations, likewise your mournful sighs!
Leave off your grief and sorrow, while I march o’er the plain!
We’ll be married, we’ll be married, we’ll be married,
We’ll be married in the springtime when I return again.

6. Oh yes, my love has listed, and I for him will rove.
I’ll carve his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove
Where the huntsman he do hallo and the hounds do sweetly cry
To remind me, to remind me, to remind me,
To remind me of my ploughboy until the day I die.

About Mick

Mick Haywood is a traditional folk singer & folk song collector who has run and organised folk clubs and festivals for many years. He now lives in Whitby, North Yorkshire.