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The last of the Stuarts

Has sunk in the grave.

And their name and their lineage is gone:

And the land of the stranger

A resting place gave

To him that was heir to a throne.

But the noon of their glory

Was soon overspread,

And their sun,

He grew dark with dismay

And the clouds of misfortune

Hung over their head,

Till their sceptre had vanished away.

Last of the Stuarts

Last of the Stuarts

Last of the Stuarts

Last of the Stuarts

No more for their cause

Shall the trumpet be blown,

Nor their followers crowd to the field:

Their hopes were all wreck’d

When Culloden was won,

And the fate of their destiny seal’d.

Cold is that heart

Which could stand o’er his grave,

Nor think of their fate with a sigh,

That the glory of kings,

Like a wreck from the wave,

Here lone and deserted must lie.

Last of the Stuarts

Last of the Stuarts

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