Scarborough Settlers Lament

C Am F G G A way wi' Canada's muddy creeks, and Canada's fields of pine, C Am C G Your land of wheat is a goodly land, but oh, it is not mine. C Am C Am F G The heathy hill, the grassy dale. the daisy spangled le - a, C Am G The purling burn and craggy linn, Auld Scotland's glens give C me. C C Am F Oh, I would like to hear a - gain the lark on Tinny's hi - G ll, and C Am C Am C G See the wee bit gowany that blooms be - side the rill. C Am C Am Like banished Swiss who views a - far his Alps with longing F G E'E C Am G I gaze up - on the morning star that shines on my count - C ry. C Am F No more I'll win by Eskdale glen or Pentland's craggy co - G mb. C Am The days can ne'er come back a - gain of thirty years that's C G gone, C Am C Am F But fancy oft at midnight hour will steal a - cross the se - G ea, and C Am G C Yester - eve, in a pleasant dream, I saw the old count - ry. Flute Solo (one verse instrumental) C Am Each well-known scene that met my view brought childhood's joys F G to mi - nd. C Am C Am The blackbird sang on Tushey linn the song he sang, "Lang C G Sy - ne". C Am C Am But like a dream time flies a - way, a - gain, the morning F G ca - me, C Am G C I a - woke in Cana - da, three thousand miles frae - hame. C Am C Am Oh like a dream time flies a - way, a - gain, the morning F G ca - me, C Am G C I a - woke in Cana - da, three thousand miles frae - hame.