| 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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| 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 |