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 our praries  in your cities and your towns  there's another oatmeal savage  every time you turn around  there's none more Scots  that the Scots abroad  there's a place in our hearts  for the old sod  there's none more Scots  that 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  that the Scots abroad  there's a place in our hearts  for the old sod  there's none more Scots  that 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 t-towel  with the words to Auld Lang Syne  there's none more Scots  that the Scots abroad  there's a place in our hearts  for the old sod  there's none more Scots  that 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 ver proud to be  for the thistle and the maple leaf  are the emblems of the free  there's none more Scots  that the Scots abroad  there's a place in our hearts  for the old sod  there's none more Scots  that the Scots abroad  there's a place in our hearts  for the old sod