But I think it's mair than that.

I think it's just the sort of men they are I know are listening tae me.

And man, when you hear a hundred voices--or five thousand!--rising in a still nicht to join in the chorus of a song of yours its something you canna forget, if you live to any age at a'.
I've had strange accompaniments for my stings, mair than once.

Oot west the coyote has played an obligato for me; in France I've had the whustling o' bullets over my head and the cooming of the big guns, like the lowest notes of some great organ.

I can always sing, ye ken, wi'oot any accompaniments frae piano or band.