Dead poet

Reading Privbate Eye this week reminded me of the Scottish Poet (deceased) Norman Maccaig whom I read in school. One particular poem has stuck with me - below is the way I remember it, which may be sufficiently different to count for not breaching copyright...

My country
Is only six feet tall
and whether I love it or not
I'll die
for its independence

Shame I'm only 5'8".

It puts me in mind, though, of a line from and ILP conshy pamphlet of the Second World War:"I was born owning nothing but my ability to work, and the only country I have ever known is called 'Tresspassers will be prosecuted'".