Scarborough Settlers Lament lyrics

SCARBOROUGH SETTLER`S LAMENT

Away wi` Canada`s muddy creeks
And Canada`s fields of pine
Your land of wheat is a goodly land,
But oh, it is not mine
The heathy hill, the grassy date.
The daisy spangled lea, the purling burn and craggy linn, auld
Scotland`s glens give me.

Oh, I would like to hear again the lark on Tinny`s hill
And see the wee bit gowany that blooms beside the rill.
Like banished Swill who view afar his Alps with longing e`e.
I gaze upon the morning star that shines on my country.

No more I`ll win by Eskdale glen or Pentland`s craggy comb.
The days can ne`er come back again of thirty years that`s gone,
But fancy oft at midnight hour will steal across the sea.
And yestereve, in a pleasant dream, I saw the old country.
Each well-known scene that met my view brought childhood`s joys
to mind.
The blackbird sang on Tushey linn the song he sang, `lang syne.`
But like a dream time flies away, again, the morning came.
And I awoke in Canada, three thousand miles frae hame.

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Whether the Scarborough referred to is the one in the British
Isles or the wasteland near Toronto (known locally as Scarberia)
we don`t know.

Author unknown.

Recorded by Stan Rogers in 1982 on For the Family, Folk
Tradition, R002.
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