But who's kennin' they'll no come back anither day?
Shouldna we be ready, truly ready, in Britain, against the coming of anither day o' wrath?
Had we been able to support ourselves, had we nae had to divert sae much o' our energy to beating the U-boats, to keep the food supply frae ower the seas coming freely, we'd ha' saved the lives o' thousands upon thousands o' our braw lads.
Ah, me, I may be wrang! But in ma een the toon's a parasite.

I'm no sayin' it's no it's uses.

A toon may be a braw and bonnie place enow-- for them that like it.

But gie me the country.
Do ye ken a man that'll e'er be able tae love his hame sae well if it were a city he was born in, and reared in?
In a city folk move sae oft! The hame of a man's faithers may be unknown tae him; belike it's been torn doon, lang before his own bairns are weaned.
In the country hame has a different meaning.

Country folk make a real hame o' a hoose.