I stopped . `` Mr. Stewart , '' said I , in a voice that quivered like a fiddle-string , `` you are older than I am , and should know your manners . Do you think it either very wise or very witty to cast my politics in my teeth ? I thought , where folk differed , it was the part of gentlemen to differ civilly ; and if I did not , I may tell you I could find a better taunt than some of yours . '' Alan had stopped opposite to me , his hat cocked , his hands in his breeches pockets , his head a little on one side . He listened , smiling evilly , as I could see by the starlight ; and when I had done he began to whistle a Jacobite air . It was the air made in mockery of General Cope 's defeat at Preston Pans : `` Hey , Johnnie Cope , are ye waukin ' yet ? And are your drums a-beatin ' yet ? '' And it came in my mind that Alan , on the day of that battle , had been engaged upon the royal side . `` Why do ye take that air , Mr. Stewart ? '' said I. `` Is that to remind me you have been beaten on both sides ? '' The air stopped on Alan 's lips . `` David ! '' said he . `` But it 's time these manners ceased , '' I continued ; `` and I mean you shall henceforth speak civilly of my King and my good friends the Campbells . '' `` I am a Stewart -- '' began Alan . `` O ! '' says I , `` I ken ye bear a king 's name . But you are to remember , since I have been in the Highlands , I have seen a good many of those that bear it ; and the best I can say of them is this , that they would be none the worse of washing . '' `` Do you know that you insult me ? ''
said XXXXX , very low .
Alan Campbells Cope David General Highlands Jacobite King Stewart a-beatin