But I know that he could win the tears from your een when he played the old Scots melodies; I know that his bow was dipped in magic before he drew it across the strings, and that he played on the strings of your heart the while he scraped that old fiddle of his.
Weel, there was Murdoch, and me, and the third of our party on that tour was Miss Jessie MacLachlan, a bonnie lassie with a glorious voice, the best of our Scottish prima donnas then.

We wandered all over the north and the midlands of Scotland on that tour, and it was a grand success.

Our audiences were large, and they were generous wi' their applause, too, which Scottish audiences sometimes are not.

Your Scot is a canny yin; he'll aye tak' his pleasures seriously.

He'll let ye ken it, richt enough, and fast enough, if ye do not please him.