Thomas of Erceldoune

“ SCOTLAND 'bove all shall his brave Chief bemoan,
Who all the sea-girt places rules alone:
The widow'd land of bounteous Prince bereft,
Shall twice three years and nine long months be left.
Sad Scotland mourns her old just valiant Kings,
But Merling says, after them up there springs,
One that shall not in kingly manner sway,
The royal sceptre, yet make them obey:
To Albany presaging mischief flows,
By their own frauds undone more than their foes,
Yet old Sybillia has in rhymes foretold,
She shall revive when one that doats on gold
Is lay'd to rest ”