The Muckin' O' Geordie's Byre

At a relic aul' croft upon the hill, Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill, Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill Lived Geordie MacIntyre. He had a wife as sweir's himsel' An' a daughter as black's Auld Nick himsel'. There wis some fun - haud awa' the smell- At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Chorus: For the graip was tint, the besom was deen, The barra widna row its leen, An'siccan a soss it never was seen At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. For the daughter had to strae and neep The auld wife started to swipe the greep When Geordie fell sklite on a rotten neep At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo She stood up ahint the coo The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. (Chorus) For the aul' wife she was booin' doon - The soo was kickit on the croon It shoved her heid in the wifie's goon Then ben through Geordie's byre. The daughter cam thro the barn door An' seein' her mother let oot a roar, To the midden she ran an' fell ower the boar At the muckin' of Geordie's byre. (Chorus) For the boar he lap the midden dyke An' ower the riggs wi' Geordie's tyke. They baith ran intil a bumbee's byke At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. The cocks an' hens began to craw When Biddy astride the soo they saw The postie's shelty ran awa' At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. (Chorus) O a hunder' years are passed an mair Whaur Sprottie's wis, the hill is bare; The croft's awa', sae ye'll see nae mair At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. His folks a' deid an' awa' lang syne In case his memory we should tyne, Whistle this tune tae keep ye in min' At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. (Chorus)