On Stirling HERE Stuarts once in glory reign’d, And laws for Scotland’s weal ordain’d; But now unroof’d their palace stands, Their sceptre’s sway’d by other hands; 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. 1787 |
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