“Now, then, make haste there, will you, an’ give up your ticket,”
exclaimed a railway guard to a bandsman in the Volunteers returning from
a review. “Didna I tell ye I’ve lost it?” “Nonsense, man; feel in your
pockets, you cannot hae lost it.” “Can I no?” was the drunken reply;
“man, that’s naething, I’ve lost the big drum!”