written by somebody on the window
of an inn at stirling, on seeing the royal pa ruin.
here stuarts on glned,
and ws for sd's weal ordained;
but now unroof'd their pace stands,
their sceptre's sway'd by other hands;
fallen indeed, and to the earth
whence groveliiles take their birth.
the iuart line is gone,
a race outndish fills their throne;
an idiot race, to honour lost;
who know them best despise them most.