It happened that I'd the parts for some of my ain songs wi' me, so I could gie them "Tobermory" and then "The Lass o' Killiecrankie." Weel, the Scots songs were far better received than ever the English ones or the Irish melody had been.

I smiled to mysel' and went back to ma dressin' room to see what micht be coming.

Sure enough 'twas but twa-three meenits when the manager came in.
"Harry," he said, "you knocked them dead with those Scotch songs.

Now do you see I was right from the start when I said you ought to sing them ?" I looked at the man and just smiled.

He richt frae the start! It was he had told me not to sing ma Scottish songs--that English audiences were tired o' everything that had to do wi' a kilt or a pair o' brogues! But I let it pass.
"Oh, aye," I said, "they liked them fine, didn't they?
So ye're thinkin' I'd better sing more Scotch the rest o' the week ?" "Better ?" he said, and he laughed.