There were some Scottish songs, old Harry Lauder numbers he sang well. ‘A Wee Deoch an’ Doris’, ‘Stop Your Tickling, Jock!’ and ‘I Belong to Glasgow’. It was his keenest pleasure in life to be drinking beer with his army mates, to play or sing to the company and get them to join in. His greatest regret was that he never learned to play the piano, never had the opportunity. Roland must have what he had missed. The chap who could play the piano, he often told his son, would always be popular.
