Cap In Hand

I could tell the meaning of a word like serene,

I got some 'O' Grades when I was sixteen.

I can tell the difference 'tween margerine and butter,

I can say "Saskatchewan" without starting to stutter.



But I can't understand why we lets someone else rule our land

Cap in Hand



I could get a broken jaw from being in a fight,

I know its 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,

Cap in Hand.



We fight - When they ask us.

We boast - Then we cower.

We beg

for a piece of

what's 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