Folk ask me, whiles, hoo it comes that I dwell still sae far frae the centre o' the world--as they've a way o' dubbin London! I like London, fine, ye'll ken.

It's a grand toon.

I'd be an ungrateful chiel did I no keep a warm spot for the place that turned me frae a provincial comic into what I'm lucky enow to be the day.

But I'm no wishfu' to pass my days and nichts always in the great city.

When I've an engagement there, in the halls or in a revue, 'tis weel enow, and I'm happy.