Sae it was wi' a laugh on ma lips that I went into the recording room o' one o' the big companies for the first time.
They had a' ready for me.

There was a bit orchestra, waitin', wi' awfu' funny looking instruments--sawed off fiddles, I mind, syne a' the sound must be concentrated to gae through the horn.

They put me on a stool, syne I'm such a wee body, and that raised my head up high enow sae that ma voice wad carry straight through the horn to the machine that makes the master record's first impression.
"Ready ?" asked the man who was superintending the record.
"Aye," I cried.

"When ye please!" Sae I began, and it wasna sae bad.

I sang the first verse o' ma song.
And then, as usual, while the orchestra played a sort o' vampin' accompaniment, I sprang a gag, the way I do on the stage.