It was no smiling, easy going southern country like some.

It was no land where it was easy to mak' a living, wi' bread growing on one tree, and milk in a cocoanut on another, and fruits and berries enow on all sides to keep life in the body of ye, whether ye worked or no.
There's no great wealth in Scotland.

Her greatest riches are her braw sons and daughters, the Scots folk who've gone o'er a' the world.

The land is full o' rocks and hills.

The man who'd win a crop o' rye or oats maun e'en work for the same.