written by somebody on the window

of an inn at stirling, on seeing the royal pce in ruin.

here stuarts once in glory reigned,

andws for scond's weal ordained;

but now unroof'd their pce 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 oundish fills their throne;

an idiot race, to honour lost;

who know them best despise them most.