For wha'll be king but Charlie?'
Nay, was not this the right popular kind of song—to have two choruses instead of one?—
'Come through the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, and Donald, come a'thegither
And claim your rightfu' lawfu' king,
For who'll be king but Charlie?'
This song gave great satisfaction; for they had all taken part in the chorus; and they were pleased with the melodious result. And then the lasses were at him again:
'Ronald, sing "Doon the burn, Davie lad."'
'Ronald, will you not give us "Logan Water" now?'
'Ronald, "Auld Joe Nicholson's Bonnie Nannie" or "My Peggy is a young thing" whichever you like best yourself.'