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