THE BARNYARDS O’ DELGATY

Recorded at An Tobar, Tobermory, Isle of Mull, Scotland


Iain Thomson : vocals and guitar

Iain Thomson Band


Included here from the CD ‘The Long Road Home’ with kind permission from Iain Thomson.

There are many variants of this “most famous of all the old

Scottish Bothy Ballads” (wikipedia quote). Scroll down for a link to a version by Ewan Mcvicar, accompanied with accordion. As explained on his website for schools “The young ploughman at the Barnyards of Delgaty had gone to the town of Turriff (Turra) to ‘fee’ - to get employment on a farm for three or six months. The farmer promised two fine working horses, but he lied. The ‘snotter’ is the burnt wick of a candle. The Delgaty estate is a mile north east of Turriff,

in North East Scotland…..”

  

The following is a video presentation of the song with scrolling lyrics. It is with thanks to Ewan that it has been possible to add occasional footnotes.

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As I cam' in by Turra market,

Turra market for tae fee.

I fell in wi' a farmer chiel,

By the Barnyards o' Delgaty.


The ploughman came to the

town of Turriff (Turra) to ‘fee’ -

to get employment on a farm.

 

Linten adie, toorin adie,

Linten adie, toorin ae

Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin.

The Barnyards o' Delgaty.


He promised me the best pair,

There was in the country roon'

When I got to the Barnyards

There was nothing there

but skin and bone!


The farmer promised two fine

working horses, but he lied.

The auld black horse sat on his rump

The auld dun mare sat on her wime;

For a' that I could 'hup' and crack,

They wasnae there in yoking time


I can gae the kirk on Sunday,

Mony's the bonnie lass I see,

Sitting by her faither's side

Winking o'er the pews at me.


I can drink and no' be drunk

I can fecht and no' be slain

I can lie wi' another man's lass

Still be welcome tae my ain.


Soon my cannie is brunt oot

The snotter's fairly by the wane;

Fare ye weel, the Barnyards,

Ye'll never catch me here again.


The ‘snotter’ is the

burnt wick of a candle.