Barnyards o'Delgaty

G C G

As I cam' in by Turra Market,

G C D

Turra market for to fee,

G C G

I fell in wi'a wealthy farmer

G C D G

The Barnyards o'Delgaty.

G C G

A Linten adie toorin adie,

G C D

Linten adie toorin ea;

G C G

Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,

G C D G

the Barnyards o'Delgaty.

He promised me the one best horse

That ever I set my eyes upon,

But when I came down to the Barnyards

there was nothing there but skin and bone.

Linten adie...

When I go to the kirk on Sunday,

Many's the bonnie lass I see

Sitting by her mother's side,

And winkin' owre the pews at me.

Linten adie...

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...

Noo my candle is brunt oot,

My snotter's fairly on the wane;

Sae fare ye weel all ye Barnyards,

Ye'll never catch me here again!

||: Linten adie... :||

Det var skik og brug i Skotland at hyre ekstra folk i marken når der skulle sås og høstes. Dem fandt man på Turra market. Imens arbejdet stod på, boede disse lejede 'ploughmen' i små skure på godset. Når dagens job var tilendebragt og aftensmaden spist, kunne de ofte sidde og synge og spille og i øvrigt klage over elendige arbejdsforhold. Barnyards er et eksempel på en sang der er blevet til på denne måde.

The Pure Malt Songbook

David Fønsbo

2005-01-23T13:49:01