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SCARBOROUGH LAMENT
Away wi' Canada's muddy
And Canada's fields of
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 give me.
Oh, I would like to hear again the lark on hill
And see the wee bit that blooms beside the rill.
banished 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 Eskdale or Pentland's craggy comb.
The days can ne'er come back again of thirty that's gone,
But fancy oft at midnight 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 sang on Tushey 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 Scarborough to is the one in the British
Isles or the near Toronto (known locally as Scarberia)
we know.
unknown.
Recorded by Stan Rogers in on For the Family, Folk
Tradition, R002.
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