Here's No. 27 from Baring-Gould, Songs of the West (Page 75). There's music notation at the link.

THE WHITE COCKADE

Alas! my love's enlisted, he wears a white cockade,
He is as gay a gallant as any roving blade.
He's gone the king a serving, the white cockade to wear,
Whilst my poor heart is breaking, for the love to him I bear.

"Leave off your grief and sorrow, and quit this doleful strain,
The white cockade adorns me whilst marching o'er the plain.
When I return I'll marry, by this cockade I swear.
Your heart from grief must rally, and my departure bear."

"Fair maid, I bring bad tidings," so did the Sergeant say.
"Your love was slain in battle, He sends you this to-day.
The white cockade he flourished, no dabbled in his gore.
With his last kiss he sends it, the white cockade he wore."

She spoke no word — her tears, they fell a salten flood;
And from the draggled ribbons washed out the stains of blood.
"Oh mother, I am dying! And when in grave I'm laid,
Upon my bosom, mother! Then pin the white cockade."


It's almost the same as what Tradsinger posted above, but quite a few words are different.

-Joe-