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Scarborough Settler's Lament Words: Sandy Glendenning, c.1870. Tune: William Marshall, c.1781
CAway wi' FCanada's Cmuddy Fcreeks And CCanada's Dm7fields of G7pine! Your Cland of Fwheat is a Cgoodly Fland, But Cah! it D7isna G7mine! The Cheathy Fhill, the Cgrassy Amdale The Fdaisy-spangled Glea, The Cpurling Fburn and Ccraggy Flinn, auld CScotia's G7glens gie Cme.
Oh, I wad like to hear again the lark on Tinny's hill. And see the wee bit gowany That blooms beside the rill. Like banished Swiss who views afar his Alps with longing e'e. I gaze upon the morning star that shines on my countie. Nae mair I'll win by Eskdale Pen or Pentland's craggy cone; 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. Yestreen, in a pleasant dream I saw the auld 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’