And all the family will be in frae work, tired but happy.

Some one wull start a sang to rival the kettle; we've a poet in Scotland.

'Twas the way ma mither wad sing the sangs o' Bobby Burns made me sure, when I was a bit laddie, that I must, if God was gude tae me, do what I could to carry on the work o' that great poet.
There's plenty o' folk who like the country for rest and recreation.
But they canna understand hoo it comes that folk are willing to stay there all their days and do the "dull country work." Aye, but it's no sae dull, that work in the country.

There's less monotony in it, in ma een, than in the life o' the clerk or the shopkeeper, doing the same thing, day after day, year after year.

I' the country they're producing--they're making food and ither things yon city dweller maun ha'.
It's the land, when a's said a's done, that feeds us and sustains us; clothes us and keeps us.