scarborough settler’s lament
words : sandy glendenning , C . 1870 .
tune : william marshall , C . 1781
C F C F
away wi’ canada’s muddy creeks
C Dm7 G7
and canada’s fields of pine!
C F C F
your land of wheat is a goodly land ,
C D7 G7
but ah! it isna mine!
C F C Am
the heathy hill , the grassy dale
F G
the daisy – spangled lea ,
C F C F
the purling burn and craggy linn ,
C G7 C
auld scotia’s glens gie me .
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
scarborough settler’s lament
words : sandy glendenning , C . 1870 .
tune : william marshall , C . 1781
C F C F
away wi’ canada’s muddy creeks
C Dm7 G7
and canada’s fields of pine!
C F C F
your land of wheat is a goodly land ,
C D7 G7
but ah! it isna mine!
C F C Am
the heathy hill , the grassy dale
F G
the daisy – spangled lea ,
C F C F
the purling burn and craggy linn ,
C G7 C
auld scotia’s glens gie me .
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
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