Dirt frae fit to croon.
Tam and Wull are juist the same
For a' I tak' sic pains—
Auld Granny Grey Pow,
Gather hame the weans.
So the singer sang, and ever as he came to the refrain he cuddled an imaginary fiddle under his chin and played it brisk and tauntingly like a spring:
Auld Granny Grey Pow,
Gather hame the weans.
Then, before another word could be spoken, Cleg stepped inside.
"Guidnicht to ye a'!" he said politely.