I could tell the meaning of a word like serene
I got some ’o’ grades when I was sixteen
I can tell the difference between magarine and
butter
I can say "saskatchewan" without
starting to stutter
But I can’t understand why we let someone else
rule our land
We’re cap in hand
I could get a broken jaw from being in a fight
I know it’s evening when day turns to night
I can understand why stranraer lie so lowly
They could save a lot of points by signing hibs
goalie
But I can’t understand why we let someone else
rule our land
We’re cap in hand
We fight - when they ask us
We boast - then we cower
We beg
For a piece of
Whats already ours
Once I thought I could make God a bribe
So I said I was in his lost tribe
Getting handouts can be so frustrating
"get in line son, there’s five million
waiting"
I can’t understand why you let someone else rule
your land
You’re cap in hand.