HERE Stuarts once in glory reigned, <br />And laws for Scotland's weal ordained; <br />But now unroof'd their palace stands, <br />Their sceptre's sway'd by other hands; <br />Fallen indeed, and to the earth <br />Whence groveling reptiles take their birth. <br />The injured Stuart line is gone, <br />A race outlandish fills their throne; <br />An idiot race, to honour lost; <br />Who know them best despise them most.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-by-somebody-on-the-window-of-an-inn-at-stirling/
