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