I'm wi' ye, whatever ye do." That tour was verra gude for me.

If I'd conceit left in me, as my friend in the pit had said, it was knocked out.

I was first or last on every bill, and ye ken what it means to an artist to open or close a bill?
If ye're to open ye have to start before anyone's in the theatre; if ye close, ye sing to the backs of people crowdin' one another to get out.

It's discouraging to have to do so, I'm tellin' ye, but it's what makes you grit your teeth, too, and determine to gon, if ye've any of the richt stuff in ye.
I sang in bigger places on that tour, and the last two weeks were in Glasgow, at the old Scotia and Gayety Music Halls.

It was at the Scotia that a man shouted at me one of the hardest things I ever had to hear.