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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)filename
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