.       scarborough fair  Before the time of Brisbane's birth When the pioneers came, to till the earth The place to which they were sent To establish a first settlement Was mapped out, before they ventured forth A site thirty miles to the city's north.  First spied from Flinder's trusty barque And in latter days, by the 'Cutty Sark' Were the red cliffs, that marked the ground Of the landing place that they had found But in fact, those red cliffs discovered there Were the beckoning shores of Scarborough Fair.	Of the inhabitants, who roamed the land And their folk-lore, old as drifting sand Their native days of dreaming passed For in colonial times, they just couldn't last And the ancient culture, at what a cost For two whole centuries, was lost.  For years the landscape underwent A time of rapid development And the focus of that urban spread Was up-river, to its verdant watershed. Our first settlement, languished along the way A place to go camping, or for a holiday.  Theme parks soon became the trend And to North and South, their growth extend Surfers Paradise became the toast While tourists discovered the Sunshine Coast Scarborough was left alone to dream And to ponder, on how things might have been.	In some respects, Scarborough was blessed And not affected, like all the rest The sea-side suburb remains serene And the Bay's as pretty as she's ever been Her basic values have survived And our culture here, will be revived.  It will not be the lure of neon lights Or the call to more exotic sights That bring the people back to see The way our lifestyle used to be For its simple pleasures, you all will share When next you visit Scarborough Fair.  Memories of an historic past From the days men sailed before the mast Recount the tradition and the legacy Of those simple things you have come to see When Scarborough again, has its part to play In the history and culture, of our day.
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