It's aye been one of the songs folk in my audiences have liked best.

Weel, ane day I was just leaving a theatre when the man at the stage door handed me a letter--a letter frae Mrs.Lauder, I'll be saying.
"A lady's handwriting, Harry," he said, jesting.

"I suppose you love the lassies," "Oh, aye--ye micht say so," I answered.

"At least--I'm fond o' all the lassies, but I only love yin." And I went off thinking of the bonnie lassie I'd loved sae well sae lang.
"I love ma lassie," I hummed to myself.

And then I stopped in my tracks.