Lyrics - Ill Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me by 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:
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