And I'm tellin' ye again that it's a bonny world I've seen, but no so bonny a world as we maun make it--you and I.So let us speer a wee, and I'll be trying to tell you what I think, and what I've seen.
There'll be those going up and doon the land preaching against everything that is, and talking of all that should be.

There'll be others who'll say that all is well, and that the man that wants to make a change is no better than Trotzky or a Hun.

There'll be those who'll be wantin' me to let a Soviet tell me what songs to sing to ye, and what the pattern of my kilts should be.

But what have such folk to say to you and me, plain folk that we are, with our work to do, and the wife and the bairns to be thinkin' of when it comes time to tak' our ease and rest?
Nothin', I say, and I'll e'en say it again and again before I'm done.
The day of the plain man has come again.

The world belongs to us.