There's some wull go back, and gladly--them that had gude posts before the fichtin' came.

But I'm wondering about the clerks that sat, stooped on their high stools, and balanced books.
Wull a man be content to write doon, o'er and o'er again, "To one pair shoes, eighteen and sixpence, to five yards cotton print----" Oh, ye ken the sort o' thing I mean.

Wull he do that, who's been out there, facin' death, clear eyed, hearing the whistle o' shell o'er his head, seeing his friends dee before his een?
I hault nothing against the man who's a clerk or a man in a linen draper's shop.

It's usefu', honest work they do.

But it's no the sort of work I'm thinking laddies like those who've fought the Hun and won the war for Britain and humanity wull be keen tae be doing in the future.
The toon, as it is, lives frae hand to mooth on the work the country does.