And the American reporters! Unless you've come into New York and been met by them you've no idea of what they're like, yon.

They made rare sport of me, and I knew they were doing it, though I think they thought, the braw laddies, they were pulling the wool over my een! There was much that was new for me, and you'll remember I'm a Scot.
When I'm travelling a new path, I walk cannily, and see where each foot is going to rest before I set it doon.

Sae it was when I came to America.

I was anxious to mak' friends in a new land, and I wadna be saying anything to a reporter laddie that could be misunderstood.

Sae I asked them a' to let me off, and not mak' me talk till I was able to give a wee bit o' thought to what I had tae say.
They just laughed at one another and at me.