It was mair sae in London than I'd ever known it before.

In Scotland they'd no be followin' Harry Lauder aboot--a Scot like themselves! But in London, and in special when I wore ma kilt, it was different.
It wasna lang, after I'd once got ma start in London, before I was appearing regularly in the East End halls.

I was a great favorite there; the Jews, especially, seemed to like me fine.

One Sunday I was down Petticoat Lane, in Whitechapel, to see the sichts.

I never thocht anyone there wad recognize me, and I stood quietly watching a young Jew selling clothes from a coster's barrow.