Subject: Lyr Add: THE WHITE COCKADE
From:
Wolfgang
Date: 04 Dec 97 - 11:04 AM
From: Walton’s New Treasury of Irish Songs and Ballads, Part 2:
THE WHITE COCKADE
(it could be sung to the melody of Burns’ White Cockade, but whether it is or has been I don’t know)
(Translated from the Irish by J. J. Callanan)
King Charles he is King James's son,
And from a royal line is sprung;
Then up with shout, and out with blade,
And we'll raise once more the white cockade.
O! my dear, my fair-hair'd youth,
Thou yet hast hearts of fire and truth;
Then up with shout, and out with blade
We'll raise once more the white cockade.
My young men's hearts are dark with woe;
On my virgin's cheeks the grief-drops flow;
The sun scarce lights the sorrowing day,
Since our rightful prince went far away;
He's gone, the stranger holds his throne;
The royal bird far off is flown:
But up with shout, and out with blade
We'll stand or fall with the white cockade.
No more the cuckoo hails the spring,
The woods no more with staunch-hounds ring;
The song from the glen, so sweet before,
Is hush'd since Charles has left our shore.
The prince is gone. but he soon will come,
With trumpet sound, and with beat of drum:
Then up with shout and out with blade
Huzza for the right and the white cockade.
Wolfgang
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