Scarborough Settler s Lament
Words: Sandy Glendenning, c.1870.
Tune: William Marshall, c.1781
Away wi Canada s muddy creeks
And Canada s fields of pine!
Your land of wheat is a goodly land,
But ah! it isna mine!
The heathy hill, the grassy dale
The daisy-spangled lea,
The purling burn and craggy linn,
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 âfrae hameâ