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SCARBOROUGH SETTLER'S
Away wi' Canada's muddy
And Canada's fields of
Your of wheat is a goodly land,
But oh, it is not
The heathy hill, the date.
The spangled lea, the purling burn and craggy linn, auld
Scotland's give me.
Oh, I would like to hear again the on Tinny's 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 that on my country.
No more I'll win by Eskdale or Pentland's 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 that met my view childhood's joys
to mind.
The blackbird sang on Tushey linn the song he sang, syne.'
But like a dream time away, again, the morning came.
And I awoke in Canada, three miles frae hame.

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