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Rh [ the tune and the words of the song, "I'll gar ye be fain to follow me," are old. We give the version of it as altered and enlarged by Allan Cunningham. Most readers will remember the use made of this song in the historical novel of "Old Mortality," when Jenny Dennison obtains access for her mistress and herself to the imprisoned Morton, through means of her influence over Tam Halliday, the soldier on guard, and her characteristic female strategy. The passage is worth quoting. It will be observed that Sir Walter does not keep strictly to the words of the song.—"Halliday, with his carabine on his arm, walked up and down the gallery, occasionally solacing himself with a draught of ale, a huge flagon of which stood upon the table at one end of the apartment, and at other times humming the lively Scottish air,

'Between St. Johnstone and bonnie Dundee,

I'll gar ye be fain to follow me.'

Jenny Dennison cautioned her mistress to let her take her own way. 'I can manage the trooper weel enough,' she said, 'for as rough as he is—I ken their nature weel; but ye manna say a single word.' She accordingly opened the door of the gallery just as the sentinel had turned his back from it, and taking up the tune which he hummed, she sung in a coquettish tone of rustic raillery,

'If I were to follow a poor sodger lad,

My friend wad be angry, my minnie be mad:

A laird or a lord they were fitter for me,

Sae I'll never be fain to follow thee'—

'A fair challenge, by Jove,' cried the sentinel turning round; 'but it's not easy to bang the soldier with his bandoleers;'—then taking up the song where the damsel had stopt,

'To follow me ye weel may be glad,

A share of my supper, a share of my bed;

To the sound of the drum to range fearless and free,

I'll gar ye be fain to follow me.'—

'Come, my pretty lass, and kiss me for my song, &c.]

late by a sodger I happen'd to pass,

I heard him courting a bonnie young lass:

My hinnie, my life, my dearest, quo' he,

I'll make ye be fain to follow me.

Gin I were to follow a poor sodger lad,

Ilk ane o' our maidens would think I was mad;

For battles I never shall long to see,

Nor shall I be fain to follow thee.

O come wi' me, and I'll make you glad,

Wi' part o' my supper, and part o' my bed;

A kiss by land, and a kiss by sea,

I think ye'll be fein to follow me.

O' care or sorrow no sodgers know,

In mirth we march, and in joy we go:

Fra sweet St. Johnstone to bonnie Dundee,

Wha wadna be fain to follow me?

What heart but leaps when it lists the fife?

Ilk tuck o' the drum's a lease o' life—

We reign on earth, we rule on sea;

A queen might be fain to follow me.

Her locks were brown, her eyes were blue,

Her looks were blythe, her words were few—

The lads o' Dumfries stood staring dumb,

When sweet Jenny Primrose follow'd the drum.

, for a while, my native green plains,

My nearest relations, my neighbouring swains;

Dear Nelly, frae those I'd start easily free,

Were minutes not ages, while absent frae thee.

Then tell me the reason, thou dost not obey

The pleadings of love, but thus hurry away?

Alake! thou deceiver, o'er plainly I see,

A lover sae roving will never mind me.

The reason unhappy is owing to fate,

That gave me a being without an estate,

Which lays a necessity now upon me,

To purchase a fortune for pleasure to thee.

Small fortune may serve where love has the sway,

Then Johnny be counsel'd na langer to stray,

For while thou proves constant in kindness to me,

Contented I'll aye find a treasure in thee.