Is it the hand o' God?
Is it because o' Providence that they're left sae?
Ye know it is not--not often.

Ye know they're traitors to the land that raised them, nourished them.

They've taken life as a loan, and treated it as a gift they had the richt to throw awa' when they were done wi' the use of it.

And it is no sae! The life God gives us he gibe's us to hand on to ithers--to our children, and through them to generations still to come.

Oh, aye, I've heard folk like those I'm thinkin' of shout loudly o' their patriotism.