If ye need aid you will go to Mercer's Tavern at James Town down on the water front, and you will ask news of Ninian Campbell.

The man will say that he never heard tell of the name, and then you will speak these words to him.

You will say 'The lymphads are on the loch, and the horn of Diarmaid has sounded.' Keep them well in mind, for some way or other they will bring you and me together." Without another word he was off, and as I committed the gibberish to memory I could hear his song going up the Saltmarket:-- "The minister kissed the fiddler's wife, And he couldna preach for thinkin' o't.".