Scarborough Settler's Lament

Details
Title | Scarborough Settler's Lament |
Author | Jesse Ferguson |
Duration | 4:57 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=qCU_DB-jyFw |
Description
Sandy Glendenning's immigrant ballad, "Scarborough Settler's Lament" (circa 1840), performed by Jesse Fergson on guitar. Chords and lyrics below.
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Scarborough Settler’s Lament
(Sandy Clandenning [1840s], arrang. J. Ferguson, Dec. 2013)
63 bpm
Intro: C F C F
V1.
C F C F C F G
Away with Canada's muddy creeks and Canada's fields of pine!
C F C F C F G
Your land of wheat is a goodly land, but, Ah, it is not mine.
Em C F Dm F G
The heathy hill, the grassy dale, the daisy-spangled le--a,
C F C F C G C
the purling burn and craggy linn—old Scotland’s glens give me.
Interlude: F C F
V2.
Oh, I would 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 country.
V3.
No more 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.
A yestre'en in a pleasant dream I saw the old country.
V4.
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.
[Repeat final couplet, pausing on “came”.]