As I cam in by Turra Market,
Turra Market for to fee,
It's I fell in wi' a wealthy fiarmer, the Barnyards o' Delgaty.
Linten adie Toorin adie; Linten adie Toorin ee,
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin, the Barnyards o' Delgaty
He promised me the twa best
Thit wis in aa the kintra roun,
But fan I wan tae the Barnyards,
Wis naething there but skin and bone.
It's Jean MacPherson maks ma
Ye'll see the marks upon ma shins,
For she's the coorse ill-tricket jaud,
Thit fills ma bed wi' prickly whins.
When I gae to the kirk on
Mon'ys the bonnie lass I see,
Sittin' by her faither's side,
And winkin' owre the pews at me.
Some can drink and no' be
Some can fecht and no' be slain;
I can kiss anither loon's lass,
And aye be welcome to ma ain.
My caunie it is near brunt
The snoter's fairly on the wane;
Sae fare ye weel, ye Barnyards,
Ye'll never find me here again.
here to listen to the song