Barnyards of Delgaty
As I cam' in by Turra Market,
Turra Market for
I fell in wi' a mairket fairmer,
The Barnyards of Delgaty.
Lintin addie toorin addie,
Lintin addie toorin ee,
Lintin lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The barnyards of Delgaty.
He promised me the twa best horse
That ever were
in Scotland seen,
But when I gaed doon tae the Barren Yairds,
There was naething there but skin and bean.
The auld black horse sat on its rump,
white mare lay on her wime.
And for all 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 o'er the pews at me.
I can drink and no be drunk,
I can fecht and no
I can lie wi another man's lass,
And aye be welcome to my ain.
Noo my candle is brunt oot,
My snotter's fairly
on the wane.
Sae fare ye weel ye Barnyards
Ye'll never catch me here again.