I'm not the only farmer who's showing the way back to the land.
I'm telling ye there's anither thing we must aye be thinkin' of.

It's in the country, it's on the farms, that men are bred.

It's no in the city that braw, healthy lads and lassies grow up wi' rosy cheeks and sturdy arms and legs.

They go tae the city frae the land, but their sons and their sons' sons are no sae strong and hearty--when there are bairns.

And ye ken, and I ken, that 'tis in the cities that ye'll see man and wife wi' e'er a bairn to bless many and many sicca couple, childless, lonely.