The Old Sod

One, two, three From the old sod to the new land We came over by the score We cut the ties and said goodbye And closed the old world door We settled on the praries In your cities and your towns There's another oatmeal savage Every time you turn around And there's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod No there's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod Well we soon found our own kind Formed clubs and social nights We practiced on each other Just to keep our accents right For there's more in tartan here Than in all the motherland We came 5000 miles To the gathering of the clans And there's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod No there's none more Scots Than 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 Ballantine's Haig and Famous Grouse There's a sprig of purple heather From the land that once was mine And Robbie's on the tea towel With the words to Auld Lang Syne None more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod No there's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod Well Canada's been good to us We've a living and a home We've all got central heating here And most are on the phone I'm a citizen of both countries And I'm very proud to be The thistle and the maple leaf Are the emblems of the free And there's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod No there's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod Let's hear the choir None more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod No there's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod