Mr John Mackie

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Oh, excuse me for intruding, but my name is John McKay. My hearth is in the Helens and my native place is Skye. A lot of handsome fellas in the clan McKay we've got.

The ladies all declare that I'm the handsomest of the lot. Oh my, Mr. John McKay.

You're the cockle on my heart and apple on my eye. You fairly take my fancy every time you pass me by. You're the nicest chap that ever crossed the border.

Oh my, Mr. John McKay. You're the cockle on my heart and apple on my eye.

You fairly take my fancy every time you pass me by. You're the nicest chap that ever crossed the border. Oh, when I came up to London first I did create a stir.

People took me for a duke or at the least a sir. All the hecaristocracy, it was me they did adore. And dearly I was getting invitations by the score.

Oh my, Mr. John McKay. You're the cockle on my heart and apple on my eye.

You fairly take my fancy every time you pass me by. You're the nicest chap that ever crossed the border. Oh my, Mr.

John McKay. You're the cockle on my heart and apple on my eye. You fairly take my fancy every time you pass me by.

You're the nicest chap that ever crossed the border. Mind I'm telling you, you talk about invitations. I'll never forget one time I was invited out to a grand feast by the Lord Mayor and the Lady Mayoress.

And a whole lot more were there that shouldn't have been there. In fact, I was so much astonished at the grandeur there that I nearly fell down through the bottom of myself. There was an English gentleman there that night.

He came over to me and he said to me, he says, Mr. McKay. I said, yes, Mr.

McKay, but the man from Skye. Well, he said, Mr. McKay, but the man from Skye.

He said, I suppose it's very difficult to speak Scotch. Not very easy, is it? No, it's easier to drink it if you ask me anything.

Ah, but mind I'm telling you, that's the time to see me surrounded by the ladies. If there's one thing I love, it's the ladies. And I'm telling you, the chap that doesn't love the ladies is no up to much.

In fact, he's no hillman like me. Because whenever I go anyplace, it's as sure as I'm standing here. It's great to hear everybody singing, especially the ladies.

Oh, my, Mr. John McKay. You're the cockle on my heart and apple on my eye.

You fairly take my fancy every time you pass me by. You're the nicest chap that ever crossed the border.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.