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.