written by somebody on the window
of an inn at stirling, on seeing the royal palace in ruin.
here stuarts once in glory reigned,
and laws for scotland's weal ordained;
but now unroof'd their palace stands,
their sceptre's sway'd by other hands;
fallen indeed, and to the earth
whence groveling reptiles take their birth.
the injured stuart line is gone,
a race outlandish fills their throne;
an idiot race, to honour lost;
who know them best despise them most.