one two three from the old land 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 your prairies 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 and we practiced on each other just to get our accents right for there s more 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 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 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 sod1