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I could tell the meaning of a word like sereneI got some 'o' grades when I was sixteenI can tell the difference between magarine and butterI can say saskatchewan without starting to stutterBut I can't understand why we let someone else rule our landWe're cap in handI could get a broken jaw from being in a fightI know it's evening when day turns to nightI can understand why stranraer lie so lowlyThey could save a lot of points by signing hibs goalieBut I can't understand why we let someone else rule our landWe're cap in handWe fight - when they ask usWe boast - then we cowerWe begFor a piece ofWhats already oursOnce I thought I could make God a bribeSo I said I was in his lost tribeGetting handouts can be so frustratingGet in line son, there's five million waitingI can't understand why you let someone else rule your landYou're cap in hand.