And ne'er think ye can fash him by callin' him mean.
Wull it sound as if I were boastin' if I talk o' what Scots did i' the war?
What British city was it led the way, in proportion to its population, in subscribing to the war loans?
Glasga, I'm tellin' ye, should ye no ken for yersel'.

And ye'll no be needing me to tell ye hoo Scotland poured out her richest treasure, the blood of her sons, when the call came.

The land that will spend lives, when the need arises, as though they were water, is the land that men ha' called mean and close! God pity the man who canna tell the difference between closeness and common sense! There's nae merit in saving, I'll admit, unless there's a reason for't.

The man who willna spend his siller when the time comes I despise as much as can anyone.

But I despise, too, or I pity, the poor spendthrift who canna say "No!" when it wad be folly for him to spend his siller.