Текст песни rogers stan - Scarborough Settlers Lament
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SCARBOROUGH SETTLER`S LAMENTAway wi` Canada`s muddy creeksAnd Canada`s fields of pineYour land of wheat is a goodly land,But oh, it is not mineThe heathy hill, the grassy date.The daisy spangled lea, the purling burn and craggy linn, auldScotland`s glens give me.Oh, I would like to hear again the lark on Tinny`s hillAnd 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 joysto 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 BritishIsles 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, FolkTradition, R002.filename[ SCARSETDC===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===