It was the Scots that built this country. It should never be forgotten.
In each Canadian family, somewhere there's a Scot.
When Sir John A. MacDonald looked out across this land,
what he saw before him, a Scot would understand.
Those first few encounters with the savages were hot.
It's Indians, not savages.
I was referring to the Scots.
Oh, hi!
St Andrew's ball is lavish each year in Montreal.
All around the world the Scots are famous for their balls.
Wherever Scotsmen travelled, there were two things that they brought.
Frisky and containers.
The containers were the Scots.
Oh, hi!
It was the Scots that built this country.
By the Scots this land was built.
Not by me, Super Yorkshire printing.
But by porridge, pipe and kilns.
No politicians argue what is right and what is not.
They do it in the comfort of buildings made by Scots.
In every corporation, they've always saved the spots
on a portrait of their founder.
A penny-pinching, clawing, red-faced.
Frisky drinking, Presbyterian and head-tonic.
Bagpipes cruising, kibbutt gorsig, apoplectic.
Haggis eating Scots.
It was the Scots that built this country.
With great big hairy knees.
We owe a dance of gratitude.
Two more whiskeys, please!