I'll mak you be fain to follow me

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As late by a sodger I chanced to pass, I heard him a courting 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.