Lyrics Spirit of the West

Spirit of the West

The Old Sod

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 your prairies

In your cities and your towns.

There's another oatmeal savage

Every time you turn around.

There's none more Scots

Than the Scots abroad.

There's a place in our hearts

For the old sod.

There's none more Scots

Than 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

Than the Scots abroad.

There's a place in our hearts

For the old sod.

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 Ballantynes

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.

There's none more Scots

Than the Scots abroad.

There's a place in our hearts

For the old sod.

There's none more Scots

Than 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 very proud to be,

For the thistle and the maple leaf

Are the emblems of the free.

There's none more Scots

Than the Scots abroad.

There's a place in our hearts

For the old sod.

There's none more Scots

Than the Scots abroad.

There's a place in our hearts

For the old sod.