Ill Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me Songtext

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.