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SCARBOROUGH LAMENT
Away wi' Canada's creeks
And Canada's fields of
land of wheat is a goodly land,
But oh, it is not
The heathy hill, the date.
The daisy spangled lea, the purling burn and craggy linn,
Scotland's glens me.
Oh, I would like to hear again the lark on Tinny's
And see the wee bit gowany that beside the rill.
Like banished Swill who view his Alps with longing e'e.
I gaze upon the star that shines on my country.
No more I'll win by glen or Pentland's craggy comb.
The days can ne'er back again of thirty years that's gone,
But fancy oft at hour will steal across the sea.
And yestereve, in a dream, I saw the old country.
Each well-known that met my view brought childhood's joys
to mind.
The blackbird sang on Tushey linn the song he sang, syne.'
But a dream time flies away, again, the morning came.
And I awoke in Canada, thousand 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 Rogers in on For the Family, Folk
Tradition, R002.
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