It’s comin’ yet for a’ that,
That man to man, the world o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that!
[While he sings, a man of bearing and authority has come in and taken a seat quietly at the back, unobserved. He now comes forward.]
Burns: Mr. Hamilton. A respectful good-even to you.
Gavin Hamilton: Well sung, Robert. A new one?
Burns: Yes, Mr. Hamilton.
Hamilton: I hear of trouble.
Burns: These gentlemen could tell you.
Hamilton: No doubt. They would find it an agreeable narrative. I know them.