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