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Scarborough Settlers Lament by Stan Rogers




                        Scarborough Settlers Lament 







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Standard Tuning / Travis Picking  1 + 2 + 3 +


  / 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. //


Break: 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. ///












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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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