Luyện nghe bài hát Scarborough Settlers Lament

SCARBOROUGH SETTLER'S
wi' Canada's muddy creeks
And fields of pine
Your land of wheat is a land,
But oh, it is not
The heathy hill, the date.
The daisy spangled lea, the purling burn and craggy linn,
glens give me.
Oh, I would to hear again the lark on Tinny's hill
And see the wee bit that blooms beside the rill.
Like banished Swill who afar his Alps with longing e'e.
I gaze upon the morning star that 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 oft at midnight hour will steal across the sea.
And yestereve, in a dream, I saw the old country.
Each well-known scene that met my view childhood's joys
to mind.
The blackbird sang on Tushey linn the song he sang, syne.'
But like a time flies away, again, the morning came.
And I in Canada, three thousand miles frae hame.

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