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As I came in by Tara Market |
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Tara Market for tae fee |
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I met up wi' a famer child. |
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The Barnyards o' Delgaty |
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Chorus: |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-addy |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-ee |
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Lin-tin-lowrin-lowrin-lowrin |
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The Barnyards of Delgaty |
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He promised me the ae best pair, |
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That ever I laid my eyes upon, |
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When I got to the barnyards, |
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There was nothin' there but skin and bone! |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-addy |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-ee |
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Lin-tin-lowrin-lowrin-lowrin |
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The Barnyards of Delgaty |
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The old grey horse sat on his rump, |
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The old white mare sat on her whine |
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When it came to the "Whup" and crack |
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They shouldn't rise at yokin' time. |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-addy |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-ee |
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Lin-tin-lowrin-lowrin-lowrin |
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The Barnyards of Delgaty |
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When I go to the kirk on Sunday |
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Many's the bonny lass I see |
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Sittin' by her father's side |
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And winkin' o'er the pews at me! |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-addy |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-ee |
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Lin-tin-lowrin-lowrin-lowrin |
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The Barnyards of Delgaty |
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And I can drink and not get drunk, |
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I can fight and not be slain |
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I can sleep with another man's wife |
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And still be welcome to my ayn. |
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Now my candle is burnt out |
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My snotter's fairly on the wane |
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Fare the well ye Barnyards, |
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You'll never catch me here again! |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-addy |
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Lin-tin-addy, too-rin-ee |
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Lin-tin-lowrin-lowrin-lowrin |
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The Barnyards of Delgaty |
