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SCARBOROUGH SETTLER'S
Away wi' muddy creeks
And Canada's of pine
Your land of wheat is a land,
But oh, it is not
The hill, the grassy date.
The daisy spangled lea, the purling burn and craggy linn,
Scotland's give me.
Oh, I would like to hear again the on Tinny's hill
And see the wee bit gowany that blooms the rill.
Like Swill who view afar his Alps 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 hour will steal across the sea.
And yestereve, in a dream, I saw the old country.
Each well-known scene that met my view brought joys
to mind.
The blackbird on Tushey linn the song he sang, 'lang syne.'
But like a dream time flies away, again, the came.
And I awoke in Canada, three thousand miles hame.

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