The White Cockade - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE WHITE COCKADE Irish Jacobite Song-By J. J. Callartan. 
Prince Charles he is King James's son And from a royal line he 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 bladeWe'll raise once more the white cockade. 
My young men's hearts are dark with woe; On my virgins' 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 bladeWe'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 bush'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 the shout, and out with the blade Huzza for the right and the white cockade.