I wondered if I would ever get another engagement.

It seemed a venturesome thing I had done.

Who was I, Harry Lauder, the untrained miner, to expect folk to pay their gude siller to hear me sing?
There was an offer for an engagement waiting for me when I got home.

I had saved twelve pounds of my earnings, and it was proud I was as I put the money in my wife's lap.

As for her, she behaved as if she thought her husband had come hame a millionaire.