But their obsequious devotion
Made it for me a criminal emotion.
I micht ha’e been contentit—ere I saw
That there were fields on which it couldna draw,
(While strang-er roots ran under’t) and a’e threid
O’t drew frae Scotland a’ that it could need,
And left the maist o’ Scotland fallow
(Save for the patch on which the kail-blades wallow),
And saw hoo ither countries’ genius drew
Elements like mine that in a rose ne’er grew....