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Barnyards O'
As I cam' in by Turra Market,
Turra Market for to fee,
I fell in wi' a mairket fairmer,
The Barnyards of Delgaty.

Lintin addie toorin addie,
Lintin addie toorin ee,
Lintin lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The barnyards of Delgaty.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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.

A simple brief
thought on Scottish

Were the outdated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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