The Old Sod

INTRO & FILLS:  [G]  [D]  [G]  [D]  [G]  [D]  [Bm]  [A]  [G]  [D]  [G]  [D]  [Bm]  [D]  [A]  [D]

>From the[G] old sod to the[D] new land
We came [G]over by the [D]score
We [G]cut the ties and [D]said goodbye
And [Bm]closed the old world [A]door
We [G]settled on your [D]praries
In your [G]cities and your [D]towns
There's an[Bm]other oatmeal [D]savage
Every[A]time you turn a[D]round

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                There's [D]none [A]more [D]Scots
                Than the [G]Scots a[D]broad
                There's a [Bm]place in our [D]hearts
                For the [A]old [D]sod
                There's [D]none [A]more [D]Scots
                Than the [G]Scots a[D]broad
                There's a [Bm]place in our [D]hearts
                For the [A]old [D]sod

        FILL (same as intro)

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

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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

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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 very proud to be
For the the thisle and the maple leaf
Are the emblems of the free

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