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SCARBOROUGH LAMENT
wi' Canada's muddy creeks
And fields of pine
Your land of wheat is a land,
But oh, it is not
The hill, the grassy date.
The daisy lea, the purling burn and craggy linn, auld
glens give 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 with longing e'e.
I upon the morning star that shines on my country.
No more I'll win by Eskdale glen or craggy comb.
The can ne'er come back again of thirty years that's 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 met my view brought childhood's joys
to mind.
The blackbird sang on Tushey linn the he sang, 'lang syne.'
But like a time flies away, again, the morning came.
And I awoke in Canada, three miles frae hame.

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