Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 180. Written by Somebody on the Window of an Inn at Stirling |
| | | | | Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin. |
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| 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 | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
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