The Barnyards Of Delgaty As I go down to Turra Market Turra Market for to fee I fell in wi’ a wealthy farmer; The barnyards of Delgaty. Chorus Lintanaddy, touranaddy Lintanaddy touranee Lintinlowerin, lowerin, lowerin The barnyards of Delgaty. He promised me the one best horse That ever I set my eyes upon. But when i got to the barnyards There was nothing there but skin and bone. As I go down to church on sunday Many’s the bonny lass I see Sitting by her mother’s side Winking o’er the pews at me. I can drink and no’ be drunk I can fight and no’ be slain. I can court me another man’s wife And still be welcome to my ain. Now my candle is burnt out My snotter’s fairly on the wane Fare ye well, ye barnyards You’ll never see me here again.
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
