They were laddies who'd dropped all, who'd gi'en up all that was dear to them, all comfort and safety, when the country called.
They had nae voice in the matters that were in dispute.

None thought, when sic a strike was called, of hoo those laddies in the trenches wad be affected.

That's what I canna forgie.

That's what makes me wonder why the Anzacs, when they reach home, don't have a word to say themselves aboot the troubles that the union leaders would seem to be gaein' to bring aboot.
We're in a ficht still, even though peace has come.

We're in a ficht wi' poverty, and disease, and all the other menaces that still threaten our civilization.