Rob Duncan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} longrob) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} compass_comm,@ 2020-01-25 23:27:00 |
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[The CB switches on, and Rob Duncan is just singing cheerfully, as if he doesn't have a worry in the world, and absolutely nothing is unusual about it.]
As I came in by Turra Market,
Turra Market for to fee,
I fell in wi' a wealthy farmer,
The barnyards O'Delgaty.
Linten adie tooren adie,
Linten adie tooren ay,
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The Barnyards of Delgaty
He promised me the two best horses
Ever I set my eyes upon;
When I got home to the Barnyards
There was nothing there but skin and bone.
Linten adie tooren adie,
Linten adie tooren ay,
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The Barnyards of Delgaty
When I go to the church on Sunday,
Many the bonnie lass I see,
Sitting by her father's side
And winking over the pews at me.
Linten adie tooren adie,
Linten adie tooren ay,
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The Barnyards of Delgaty
Well I can drink and not be drunk
And I can fight and not be slain.
I can lie w' another man's lass
And aye be welcome to my ain.
Linten adie tooren adie,
Linten adie tooren ay,
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The Barnyards of Delgaty...