Besides, the Stewarts were but fools,
Not one of them a knave.
Bright ran thy line, O Galloway!
Through many a far-famed sire;
So ran the far-famed Roman way—
So ended—in a mire!
Spare me thy vengeance, Galloway—
In quiet let me live;
I ask no kindness at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.