As I cam’ in by Turra Market,
Turra Market for to fee,
I fell in wi’ a mairket fairmer,
The Barnyards of Delgaty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chorus<\/em>\u00a0 He promised me the twa best horse\u00a0 The auld black horse sat on its rump,\u00a0 When I gae to the kirk on Sunday,\u00a0 I can drink and no be drunk,\u00a0 Noo my candle is brunt oot, As I cam’ in by Turra Market, Turra Market for to fee, I fell in wi’ a mairket fairmer, The Barnyards of Delgaty. Chorus\u00a0Lintin addie toorin addie,\u00a0Lintin addie toorin ee,\u00a0Lintin lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,\u00a0The barnyards of Delgaty. He promised me the twa best horse\u00a0That ever were in Scotland seen,\u00a0But when I gaed doon tae the Barren Yairds,\u00a0There was naething … <\/p>\n
Lintin addie toorin addie,\u00a0
Lintin addie toorin ee,\u00a0
Lintin lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,\u00a0
The barnyards of Delgaty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That ever were in Scotland seen,\u00a0
But when I gaed doon tae the Barren Yairds,\u00a0
There was naething there but skin and bean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The auld white mare lay on her wime.\u00a0
And for all that I could “Hup” and crack,\u00a0
They wouldna rise at yokin’ time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mony’s the bonnie lass I see,\u00a0
Sitting by her faither’s side\u00a0
And winkin o’er the pews at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can fecht and no be slain,\u00a0
I can lie wi another man’s lass,\u00a0
And aye be welcome to my ain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My snotter’s fairly on the wane.
Sae fare ye weel ye Barnyards
Ye’ll never catch me here again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"