I'll Mak You be Fain to Follow Me

(Robert Burns)



As late by a sodger I chanced to pass,

I heard him a courtin a bony young lass;

My hinny, my life, my dearest, quo he,

I'll mak you be fain to follow me.

Gin I should follow you, a poor sodger lad,

Ilk ane o my cummers wad think I was mad;

For battles I never shall lang to see,

I'll never be fain to follow thee.



To follow me, I think ye may be glad,

A part o my supper, a part o my bed,

A part o my bed, wherever it be,

I'll mak you be fain to follow me.

Come try my knapsack on your back,

Alang the king's high-gate we'll pack;

Between Saint Johnston and bony Dundee,

I'll mak you be fain to follow me.



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