But I couldna stop the applauding.

In America they say an artist "stops" the show when the audience applauds him so hard that it will not let the next turn go on, and that was what had happened that nicht in Birkenhead.

I didna want to sing any of ma three songs ower again, and I had no main that waur no Scottish.
So I stood there, bowing and scraping, wi' the cries of "Encore," "Sing again, Harry," "Give us another," rising in all directions from a packed house.

I raised ma hand, and they were still.
"Wad ye like a little Scotch ?" I asked, There was a roar of laughter, and then one Scottish voice bawled oot an answer.
"Aye, thank ye kindly, man Harry," it roared.

"I'll tak' a wee drappie o' Glenlivet----" The house roared wi' laughter again, and learned doon and spoke to the orchestra leader.