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 earthWhence 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.
1787 · Poem
Written by Somebody on the Window
- Year
- 1787
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Edinburgh
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns