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As I cam' in by Turra market, Turra market for to fee, I fell in wi' a fairmer chiel, The Barnyards o' Delgaty. Chorus: Linten adie toorin adie, Linten adie toorin ee; Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin, The Barnyards o' Delgaty. He promised me the ae best pair That ever I set my e'en upon, When I gaed to the Barnyards There was naething that but skin and bone |
The auld black horse sat on its rump, The auld white mare lay on her wime, And for a' that I could 'Hup!' and crack, They wouldna rise at yokin' time. When I gae to the kirk on Sunday, Mony's the bonnie lass I see Sitting by her faither's side, And winkin' owre the pews at me. I can drink and no' be drunk, I can fecht and no' be slain, I can lie wi' anither man's lass, And aye be welcome to my ain. |
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Noo my cannle is brunt oot, My snotter's fairly on the wane; Sae fare ye weel ye Barnyards, Ye'll never catch me here again! |
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