Brilliant couple of changes.

Finally managed to get my sound working again

THE RUMOUR

There are lots of things for spreading, too numerous to name.
There’s fire, manure, then, of course, there’s fame.
But the thing that spreads the quickest, I’m sure you will agree,
Is the spoken word of rumour. Listen, and you’ll see.
Now the rumour that I speak of was started by a man
In Inverness. He whispered it in behind his hand:
“Here, Wullie, have you heard the CRACK? It’s really dreadful stuff.
I heard it when I was GUTTERED so it must be right enough.”
Now Wullie was quite upset when he heard what it must have been.
He QUICKLY PHONED his brother George who lived in Aberdeen.
“Is that a fact? IS THAT A FACT? It’s give me quite a shock.
NEXT TIME I AM IN PETERHIED, AH’LL TELL MA cousin Jock.”
Instead he telt his BIDIE IN a bus conductor’s lass.
She TELT STANEHIVE AND FETTERCAIRN AND ILKA TOON SHE PASSED.
“WEEL, THAT’S WHIT I HEARD, ONYWEY. Just keep it to yoursel’.”
Of course, THEY kept it just like her, and he couldn’t wait to tell.
AT LAST IT REACHED AULD FORFAR AND THE LASS WIS NAETHIN LOTH.
SHE TELT IT TAE A fisherman WHA TELT IT TAE ARBROATH.
“JIR BYE AWA” WIS THEIR REACTION, OR MAYBE “DEARIE ME!”
He couldna wait to tell, SO IT GAED INTAE Dundee.
“AWA TAE HELL! WELL, AH’LL NO tell, I promise on my life.”
Of course, he took it SOUTHWARD and the story entered Fife.
“Now here, sir, THAT’S RIDICULOUS! THAT YOU COULD HAE PICKED ME AFF THE FLAIR.
IN FACT, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. YE’D BATTER TELL ME MAIR.”
Now mair and mair and more and more the story spread aroun’
Till they spelt it out in capitals in Edinburgh toun.
They shouted it in LEITH and then grew more discreet,
For the story passed UP OLD LEITH WALK AND into PRINCESS Street.
SOMEBODY TOOK IT OAN THE GLESKA TRAIN the very selfsame day,
So if you come frae Glasgow, you’ll have heard IT, by the way.
That’s not where it FINISHED, for the story was then passed
To a steamer sailing westward to OLD Ireland and Belfast.
“WHAT ABOUT YE NOW?” THE IRISH said. “That really is a shame.”
But they didn’t like the rumour, so they sent it back again.
STRANNRAR AN headin’ northward to AYR AN OLD Kintyre
But this time it was spreading freely LIKE THE HEATHER THAT’S ON FIRE.
OBAN, MULL AND TOBERMORY, MALLAIG, KYLE AND THAT IS WHY
Once again by way of water the story passed to SKYE.
But they didn’t spread it further and the reason is because
By the time they’d paid the toll bridge, they’d forgotten what it was.