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