XVII.

And when I use the phrase of "Auld Lang Syne!"

'T is not addressed to you—the more's the pity

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]

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