NEIL Munro (1864-1930), popular Scottish novelist and creator of Para Handy, employs irony to devastating effect in the rhetorical question posed in his poem from the First World War.

These are the opening verses.

HEY, JOCK, ARE YE GLAD YE 'LISTED?

Hey! Jock, are ye glad ye 'listed?

O Jock, but ye're far frae hame!

What d'ye think o' the fields o' Flanders?

Jockey lad, are ye glad ye came?

Wet rigs we wrought in the land o' Lennox,

When Heilan' hills were smeared wi' snaw;

Deer we chased through the seepin' heather,

But the glaur o' Flanders dings them a'!

This is no' Fair of Balloch,

Sunday claes and a penny reel;

It's no' for dancin' at a bridal

Willie Lawrie's bagpipes squeal.

Men are to kill in the morn's mornin';

Here we're back to your daddy's trade;

Naething for't but to cock the bonnet,

Buckle on graith and kiss the maid.

The Cornal's yonder deid in tartan,

Sinclair's sheuched in Neuve Eglise;

Slipped awa' wi' the sodger's fever,

Kinder than ony auld man's disease.

Scotland! Scotland! little we're due ye

Poor employ and skim-milk board.

But youth's a cream than maun be paid for,

We got it reamin', so here's the sword!