Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

180 . Written by Somebody on the Window of an Inn at Stirling

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.