OF SCOTTISH race, in HIGHLANDS born,
Possess'd with native pride and scorn,
He hither came, by custom led,
To curse the hands which gave him bread.
With want of truth, and want of sense,
Amply made up by impudence,
(A  which we find,
In common use with all mankind,
Caress'd and favour'd too by those,
Whose heart with Patriot feelings glows,
Who FOOLISHLY, where'er dispers'd,
Still place their native Country first;
For ENGLISHMEN alone have sense,
To give a  preference,
Whilst modest merit of their own,
Is left in poverty to groan)
CAMPBELL foretold, just what he wou'd,
And left the Stars to make it good,
On whom he had impress'd such awe,
His dictates current pass'd for LAW;
Submissive all his Empire own'd;
No Star durst smile, when CAMPBELL frown'd.