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SCARBOROUGH LAMENT
Away wi' muddy creeks
And Canada's fields of
Your land of wheat is a land,
But oh, it is not
The heathy hill, the date.
The daisy spangled lea, the purling burn and linn, auld
Scotland's give me.
Oh, I like to hear again the lark on Tinny's hill
And see the wee bit gowany blooms beside the rill.
banished Swill who view afar his Alps with longing e'e.
I gaze upon the star that shines on my country.
No more win by Eskdale glen or Pentland's craggy comb.
The days can ne'er come back again of thirty that's gone,
But fancy oft at midnight hour will 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 he sang, 'lang syne.'
But like a time flies away, again, the morning came.
And I awoke in Canada, three thousand miles hame.

Whether the referred 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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