I'll see a queer yin in the street, maybe.

He'll do something wi' his hands, or he'll stand in a peculiar fashion that makes me laugh.

Or it'll be something funny aboot his claes.
It'll be in Scotland, maist often, of course, that I'll come upon something of the sort, but it's no always there.

I've picked up business for my songs everywhere I've ever been.

My scrap book is almost full now--my second one, I mean.