Ill Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me Lyrics - Burns Robert

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. 

tune: I'll mak you be fain to follow me (304) 

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