But this time he wanted only fifteen shilling a performance.
Weel, he kept on sending me songs, and each one was worse than the one before, though you'd never have thought it possible for anything to be worse than any one of them if you'd seen them! And each time his price went doon! The last one was what he called a "grand new song." "I'm hard up just now, Harry," he said, "and you know how fond I've always been of you.

So you can have this one outright for five shillings, _cash down_." D'ye ken, I thought his persistence deserved a reward of some sort, sae I sent him the five shillings, and put his song in the fire.

I rather thought I was a fool tae do sae, because I expected he'd be bombarding me wi' songs after that bit of encouragement.

But it was not so; I'm thankfu' to say I've never heard of him or his songs frae that day tae this.
I've had many a kind word said tae me aboot my songs and the way I sing them.

But the kindest words have aye been for the music.