At a relic aul' croft upon the hill, Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill, Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill Lived Geordie MacIntyre He had a wife a swir's himsel' An' a daughter as black's auld Nick himsel', There wis some fun-haud awa' the smell At The muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Chorus: For the graim was tint, the besom was deen, The barra widna row its leen, An' siccan a soss it never was seen At the muckin' o Geordie's byre. For the daughter had to strae and neep The auld wife started to swipe the greep When Geordie fell sklite on a rotten neep At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.

Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo She stood up ahint the coo The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew At the muckin' o' Geordies byre. For the aul' wife she was booin'doon The soo was kickit on the croon It shoved her heid in the wifie's goon Then ben through Georide's byre. The daughter cam thro the barn door An' seein' her mother let ooot a roar, To the midden she ran an' fel ower the boar At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. For the boar he lap the midden dyke An' ower the riggs wi' Geordie's tyke. They baith ran intill a bumbee's byke At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.

O a hunder' years are passed an' mair Whaur Sprottie's wis, the hill is bare; The croft's awa' sae ye'll see nae mair At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. His folks a' deid an' awa' lang syne- In case his memory we should tyne, Whistle this tune tae keep ye in min' At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre!

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