My childhood in this childishness of mine:
I care not—'t is a glimpse of 'Auld Lang Syne.'
And though, as you remember, in a fi
Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly,
I rail'd at Scots to show my wrath and wit,
Which must be own'd was sensitive and surly,
Yet 't is in vain such sallies to permit,
They cannot quench young feelings fresh and early:
I 'scotch'd not kill'd' the Scotchman in my blood,
