John. “Weel, meenister, ah maun admeet he’s vera soond, but, oh man! he’s no deep! His pronoonciation’s no vera gweed; but ah’ve nae doobt he’ll impruv’!”
“It juist took a grip o’ me,” replied Tammas, without moving a muscle; “it flashed upon me ’at he’d no stand that auld song. That’s where the humour o’ it comes in.”
“Ou, ay,” added Hendry, “Thrums is the place for rale humour.” On the whole, I agree with him.
SUNG BY A SCOT IN THE CITY
Air—“Ye banks and braes.”
Ye banks and mines a’ ganging doon,
How sma’ the sum ye fetch per share!
How flat ye’ve got, ye railway lines,
And a’ the Change sae fu’ o’ care!