Whiles I'd sing a bit sang for them; whiles they'd ask me tae speak to them.
Often there'd be some laddie I'd known when we were boys together; once or twice I'd shake the hand o' one had worked wi' me in the pit.
Man, is there anything like coming upon an old friend far frae hame I didna think sae.

It's a feeling that you always have, no matter how oft it comes to you.

For me, I know weel, it means a lump rising in my throat, and a bit o' moisture that's verra suspicious near my een, so that I maun wink fast, sometimes, that no one else may understand.
I'm a great one for wearing kilts.

I like the Scottish dress.

It's the warmest, the maist sensible, way of dressing that I ken.