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As I got down to Turra market
Turra market for to fee
I fell in with a wealthy farmer
The barnyards of Delgaty
A linten addie toorin addie
Linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin
The barnyards of Delgaty
He promised me the one best horse
That e'er I set my eyes upon
When I got to the barnyards
There was nothing there but skin and bone
A linten addie toorin addie
Linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin
The barnyards of Delgaty
As I go down to church on Sunday
Many's the bonnie lass I see
Sitting by her mothers side
Winkin' over the pews at me
A linten addie toorin addie
Linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin
The barnyards of Delgaty
Now, I can drink and no be drunken
I can fight and no be slain
I can court with another mans lass
And still be welcome to me ain
A linten addie toorin addie
Linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin
The barnyards of Delgaty
Ah, now my candle is burnt oot
My snotter's fairly on the wane
Fare ye well ye barnyards
You'll never see me here again
A linten addie toorin addie
Linten addie toorin ae
Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin
The barnyards of Delgaty |
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A "bothy" ballad from the north east of Scotland. A bothy was the barn or hut, where the workmen gathered after their day on the farm. |
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