The soldier’s return

For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor; But glory is the sodger’s prize, The sodger’s wealth is honour. The brave poor sodger ne’er despise, Nor count him as a stranger: Remember he’s his country’s stay, In day and hour o’ danger. ROBERT BURNS

This was the music played i n Glasgow, May 1919 as the Argylls mustered out to join their families. My father was four years old but remembered it clearly and his first look at his father who seemed to him a bronze god in kilt and glengarry.