For me, for I would rather take my wine
With you, than aught (save Scott) in your proud city:
But somehow—it may seem a schoolboy's whine,
And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty,
But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred
A whole one, and my heart flies to my head,—[534]
XVIII.
As "Auld Lang Syne" brings Scotland, one and all,[535]
Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams,
The Dee—the Don—Balgounie's brig's black wall—[536]