The Barn, O.
[Written by James Stirrat of Dairy, in Ayrshire, and sung at a Country Rocking.—Printed here for the first time.]
There's monie lads and lasses braw,
Assembled here at friendship's ca',
To drive dull care a mile awa'
By dancing in the barn, O.
O the dainty barn, O—
Barn, barn, barn, O;
We'll loup till we be like to fa',
And wallop roun' the barn, O.
Sae, fiddlers, gi'e's a canty spring,
Play up till "roof and rafters ring,"
And let us dance the Highland fling
Wi' vigour in the barn, O.
O the merry barn, O—
Barn, barn, barn, O;
We'll bravely rant and blythely sing
In honour o' the barn, O.
Inspir'd by Scotia's rousing reels,
Bauk-height we'll spring wi' mettled heels,
Wi' "mountain dew" we'll oil life's wheels
And whirl round the barn, O.
O the joyous barn, O—
Barn, barn, barn, O;
Our darling joes, like gallant chiels,
We'll ouddle in the barn, O.
Wi' love and mirth and social glee
We'll still keep up the jovial spree,
While time on wings o' joy shall flee
Out owre the happy barn, O.
O the happy barn, O—
Barn, barn, barn, O;
And till the "morning lifts his e'e"
We winna lea' the barn, O.
When chanticleer begins to craw,
The toast shall be ere we gae wa',
"Guid morn and joy be wi' us a',"
And success to the barn, O.
O the glorious barn, O—
Barn, barn, barn, O;
We'll gi'e 't, at least, ae grand hurra,
Till echo rive the barn, O!