Poem by Robert Burns

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.

1. The Cardin’ O’t
2. O Bonnie Was Yon Rosy Brier
3. Sweet Fa’s the Eve
4. On a Bank of Flowers
5. The Day Returns

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