But a' over the hoose I'll hear voices rising--Scots voices, as a rule.
"Gie's the wee hoose, Harry," they'll roar.

And: "The wee hoose 'mang the heather, Harry," I'll hear frae another part o' the hoose.

It's many years since I've no had to sing that song at every performance.
Sometimes I've been surprised at the way my audiences ha' received me.
There's toons in America where maist o' the folk will be foreigners-- places where great lots o' people from the old countries in Europe ha' settled doon, and kept their ain language and their ain customs.

In Minnesota and Wisconsin there'll be whole colonies of Swedes, for example.

They're a fine, God fearing folk, and, nae doot, they've a rare sense of humor o' their ain.