Written by Somebody on the Window of an Inn at Stirling

Portrait of Robert Burns
Robert Burns 1759–1796
180Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

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.

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