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.