Yet they've come near to making me believe it.

They've clapped a Sir before my name to prove they think so, and I've had the thanks of generals and ministers and state.

It's a comfort to me to think it's so.

It was a sair grief tae me that when my boy was dead I couldna tak' his place.

But they a' told me I'd be wasted i' the trenches.
A man must do his duty as he's made to see it.