A Ballad of New Scotland Let's away to new Scotland, where Plenty sits queen O'er as happy a country as ever was seen She blesses her subjects both little and great With each a good house and a pretty estate. Derry down, down Down, derry down. There's wood and there's water, there's wild fowl and tame In the forest good ven'son, good fish in the stream Good grass for our cattle, good land for our plough Good wheat to be reaped, and good barley to mow. Derry down, down Down, derry down. No landlords are there the poor tenants to tease No lawyers to bully, nor stewards to seize But each honest fellow's a landlord, and dares To spend on himself the whole fruit of his cares. Derry down, down Down, derry down. They've no duties on candles, no taxes on malt Nor do they, as we do, pay sauce for their salt But all is as free as in those times of old When poets assure us the age was of gold. Derry down, down Down, derry down. A tune from 1750 England extolling the virtues of the New Scotland, specifically the settlement of the Town of Halifax in 1749.