It's the countryman, wi' his plough, to whom the city liver owes his food.

We in Britain had a sair lesson in the war.

Were the Germans no near bein' able to starve us oot and win the war wi' their submarines, And shouldna Britain ha' been able, as she was once, to feed hersel' frae her ain soil?
I'm thinking often, in these days, of hoo the soldiers must be feeling who are back frae France and the years i' the trenches.

They've lived great lives, those o' them that ha' lived through it.

Do ye think they'll be ready tae gang back to what they were before they dropped their pens or their tape measures and went to war to save the country?
I hae ma doots o' that.