| Music File John Renfro Davis |
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| A 'bothy' is a shed where hired plowmen slept. They evidently amused themselves after work by complaining about their bosses and their working conditions. Life hasn't changed much, Now we call them bars. |
As I cam' in by Turra market, Turra market for to fee, I fell in wi' a fairmer chiel, The Barnyards o' Delgaty Linten adie toorin adie, Linten adie toorin ee; Linten lowrin,lowrin,lowrin, The Barnyards o'Delgaty He promised to me ae the best pair Every I set my e'en upon, When I gaed to the Barnyards Naething there but skin and bone! Linten adie toorin adie, Linten adie toorin ee; Linten lowrin,lowrin,lowrin, The Barnyards o'Delgaty The auld black horse sat on his rump, The auld white mare lay on her wime, For a' that I could 'Hup!' and crack, They wouldna rise at yokin' time. Linten adie toorin adie, Linten adie toorin ee; Linten lowrin,lowrin,lowrin, The Barnyards o'Delgaty When I gae to the kirk on Sunday Mony's the bonnie lass I see Sittin' by her faither's side, Winkin' owre the pwes at me. Linten adie toorin adie, Linten adie toorin ee; Linten lowrin,lowrin,lowrin, The Barnyards o'Delgaty I can drink and no' be drunken I can fecht and no' be slain, I can lie wi' anither man's lass, And aye be welcome to my ain. Linten adie toorin adie, Linten adie toorin ee; Linten lowrin,lowrin,lowrin, The Barnyards o'Delgaty Noo my cannle is brunt oot, My snotter's fairly one the wane, Sae fare ye weel, ye Barnyards, Ye'll never catch me here again! Linten adie toorin adie, Linten adie toorin ee; Linten lowrin,lowrin,lowrin, The Barnyards o'Delgaty |
| Words and Music from John Renfro Davis | |