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| Scots' Music |
| Barnyards O' Delgaty |
| As I cam' in by Turra Market, Turra Market for to fee, I fell in wi' a mairket fairmer, The Barnyards of Delgaty. Chorus Lintin addie toorin addie, Lintin addie toorin ee, Lintin lowrin, lowrin, lowrin, The barnyards of Delgaty. Chorus He promised me the twa best horse That ever were in Scotland seen, But when I gaed doon tae the Barren Yairds, There was naething there but skin and bean. Chorus The auld black horse sat on its rump, The auld white mare lay on her wime. And for all that I could "Hup" and crack, They wouldna rise at yokin' time. Chorus When I gae to the kirk on Sunday, Mony's the bonnie lass I see, Sitting by her faither's side And winkin o'er the pews at me. Chorus I can drink and no be drunk, I can fecht and no be slain, I can lie wi another man's lass, And aye be welcome to my ain. Chorus Noo my candle is brunt oot, My snotter's fairly on the wane. Sae fare ye weel ye Barnyards Ye'll never catch me here again. Chorus |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
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