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SCARBOROUGH SETTLER'S
Away wi' Canada's muddy
And fields of pine
Your of wheat is a goodly land,
But oh, it is not
The hill, the grassy date.
The daisy spangled lea, the purling burn and craggy linn,
Scotland's glens me.
Oh, I would to hear again the lark on Tinny's hill
And see the wee bit gowany that blooms the rill.
Like banished Swill who view afar his Alps with e'e.
I gaze the morning star that shines on my country.
No more I'll win by Eskdale or Pentland's craggy comb.
The days can ne'er come back again of thirty that's gone,
But fancy oft at midnight hour will 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 sang on linn the song he sang, 'lang syne.'
But like a time flies away, again, the morning came.
And I in Canada, three thousand miles frae hame.

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