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SCARBOROUGH SETTLER'S
Away wi' Canada's 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 like to again the lark on Tinny's hill
And see the wee bit gowany that blooms 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 glen or Pentland's comb.
The days can ne'er come back again of years 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 brought childhood's joys
to mind.
The blackbird on Tushey linn the song he sang, 'lang syne.'
But like a dream flies away, again, the morning came.
And I awoke in Canada, thousand miles frae hame.

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