ONE, TWO, THREE





from the old sod to the new land

we came over by the score

we cut the ties said goodbye

and closed the old world door

we settled on our praries

in your cities and your towns

there's another oatmeal savage

every time you turn around



there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod

there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod



we soon found our own kind

formed clubs and social nights

and we practised on each other

just to keep our accents right

for there's more tartan here

than in all the motherland

we came 5000 miles

to the gathering of the clans



there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod

there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod



there's a bar in the rec room

in the basement of our house

a little shrine to Ballantynes

haig and famous grouse

there's a sprig of purple heather

from the land that once was mine

and Robbie's on the t-towel

with the words to Auld Lang Syne



there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod

there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod



Canada's been good to us

we've a living and a home

we've all got central heating

and most are on the phone

i'm a citizen of both countries

and ver proud to be

for the thistle and the maple leaf

are the emblems of the free



there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod

there's none more Scots

that the Scots abroad

there's a place in our hearts

for the old sod