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ONE, TWO, THREE |
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From the old sod to the new land |
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we came over by the score. |
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we cut the ties said goodbye |
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and closed the old world door. |
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we settled on your prairies |
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in your cities and your towns. |
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there's another oatmeal savage |
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every time you turn around. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
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we soon found our own kind |
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formed clubs and social nights |
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and we practised on each other |
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just to keep our accents right. |
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for there's more tartan here |
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than in all the motherland. |
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we came 5000 miles |
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to the gathering of the clans. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
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there's a bar in the rec room |
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in the basement of our house, |
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a little shrine to Ballantynes |
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Haig and famous Grouse, |
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there's a sprig of purple heather |
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from the land that once was mine, |
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and Robbie's on the tea towel |
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with the words to Auld Lang Syne. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
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Canada's been good to us |
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we've a living and a home. |
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we've all got central heating |
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and most are on the phone. |
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I'm a citizen of both countries |
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and very proud to be, |
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for the thistle and the maple leaf |
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are the emblems of the free. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
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there's none more Scots |
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than the Scots abroad. |
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there's a place in our hearts |
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for the old sod. |
