Scarborough Settler's Lament

Words: Sandy Glendenning, c.1870. 
Tune: William Marshall, c.1781

C (x32010@1)      F (133211@1)      C (x32010@1)   FAway (133211@1)wi' Canada's muddy creeks
    C (x32010@1)      Dm7       G7And (320001@1)Canada's fields of pine!
     C (x32010@1)     F (133211@1)        C (x32010@1)    FYour (133211@1)land of wheat is a goodly land,
    C (x32010@1)    D7 (xx0212@1)   G7But (320001@1)ah! it isna   mine!
    C (x32010@1)    F (133211@1)       C (x32010@1)    AmThe (x02210@1)heathy hill, the grassy dale
    F (133211@1)            GThe (320003@1)daisy-spangled lea,
    C (x32010@1)     F (133211@1)      C (x32010@1)    FThe (133211@1)purling burn and craggy linn,
     C (x32010@1)      G7 (320001@1)      Cauld (x32010@1)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'