5/21 But the country's a bonnie, bonnie lassie, as pure as the heather in the dell. And it's the wee lassie that I love. It's that o' a lover and his lass a walkin' in the gloamin'. And it's a sicht that always tears at my heart in the city, and fills me wi' sorrow and wi' sympathy for the puir young creatures, that's missin' sae much o' the best and bonniest time o' their lives, and ne'er knowin' it, puir things! Lang agane I'd an engagement at the Paragon Music Hall--it must be many and many a year agane. One evening I was going through the City in my motor car--the old City, that echoes to the tread of the business man by day, and at nicht is sae lane and quiet, wi' all the folk awa'. |