I don't say that there's not plenty of riff-raff--the pint-and-a-dram gentry and the soft-heads that are aye reading bits of newspapers, and muddlin' their wits with foreign whigmaleeries.

But the average man on the Clyde, like the average man in ither places, hates just three things, and that's the Germans, the profiteers, as they call them, and the Irish.

But he hates the Germans first.' 'The Irish!' I exclaimed in astonishment.
'Ay, the Irish,' cried the last of the old Border radicals.

'Glasgow's stinkin' nowadays with two things, money and Irish.

I mind the day when I followed Mr Gladstone's Home Rule policy, and used to threep about the noble, generous, warm-hearted sister nation held in a foreign bondage.