♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪Away with Canada's muddy creeksAnd Canada's hills of pineYour land of wheat is a goodly landBut, oh, it is not mineBut heathy hill and grassy daleThe daisy-spangled gleamThe curling burn and the craggy limbOh, Scotia's land, give me♪Oh, I'd love to hear againThe lark on Tinney's hillAnd see the wee bit going realThat blooms beside the rillLike banished Swiss who views afarThis Alps with longing eyeI gaze upon the morning starThat shines on my country♪♪♪No more I'll wend by Exdale PennOr Pentland's craggy coneThe day will ne'er return againOf thirty years that's goneBut fancy oft at midnight hourThough still across the seaLast night amidst a pleasant dreamI saw my own country♪Each well-known scene that met my viewBrought childhood's joys to mindThe blackbird sang on the Tuskegee LendThe song he sang whines IBut like a dream time steals awayAnd then the morning cameAnd I awoke in CanadaThree thousand miles from home♪♪