But my delight’s at the farmer’s ingle.
Chorus—For the farmer’s ingle is the place
Where freedom shines on ilka face.
My wish is while on earth to mingle
Wi’ gude honest people at the farmer’s ingle.
“In winter when the frost an’ snaw
Drives a’ the masons frae the wa’,
Your hearts wad warm and yer ears wad tingle
To hear the cracks at the farmer’s ingle.
Chorus—For the farmer’s ingle is the place, etc.