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 between margarine and butter I can say "Saskatchewan" without starting to stutter But I can't understand why we let someone else rule our land We're 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 We're 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.