I always 'ave 'ad a desire to travel.

Specially, if I may say so, to see Scotland, Miss.

But, oh, ain't it bleak?
Before it was dark I 'ad me eyes glued to the window, lookin' out.

Such miles of 'eather and big stones and torrents, Miss, and nothing to be seen but a lonely sheep--'ardly an 'ouse on the 'orizon.

It gave me quite a turn." "And this is nothing to the Highlands, Mawson." "Ain't it, Miss?
Well, it's the bleakest I've seen yet, an' I've been to Brighton and Blackpool.