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SCARBOROUGH LAMENT
wi' Canada's muddy creeks
And Canada's fields of
Your of wheat is a goodly land,
But oh, it is not
The heathy hill, the date.
The daisy spangled lea, the burn and craggy linn, auld
Scotland's glens me.
Oh, I like to hear again the lark on Tinny's hill
And see the wee bit gowany that blooms the rill.
banished Swill who view afar his Alps with longing e'e.
I gaze upon the morning star that on my country.
No more I'll win by Eskdale glen or craggy comb.
The days can ne'er back again of thirty years that's gone,
But fancy oft at midnight will steal across the sea.
And yestereve, in a dream, I saw the old country.
Each scene that met my view brought childhood's joys
to mind.
The blackbird sang on Tushey linn the song he sang, syne.'
But like a dream time flies away, again, the came.
And I in Canada, three thousand miles frae hame.

Whether the referred to is the one in the British
Isles or the near Toronto (known locally as Scarberia)
we know.
unknown.
Recorded by Rogers in 1982 on For the Family, Folk
Tradition, R002.
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