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SCARBOROUGH LAMENT
Away wi' muddy creeks
And Canada's of pine
land of wheat is a goodly land,
But oh, it is not
The hill, the grassy 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 blooms beside the rill.
Like banished Swill who view afar his with longing e'e.
I gaze upon the morning star shines on my country.
No more I'll win by glen or Pentland's craggy comb.
The days can ne'er come back again of thirty years gone,
But fancy oft at midnight hour 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 away, again, the morning came.
And I awoke in Canada, three miles frae hame.

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