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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. ----------------------------------------------------------------- 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. filename[ SCARSET DC ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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