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134 For Brighton's size compared to Nairn

Is just a mother to her bairn.

We halted for a day of rest,

But took one journey to the West

To view old Cawdor's tower and moat

Of which unrivalled Shakespeare wrote,

Where once Macbeth, the schemer deep,

Slew royal Duncan in his sleep,

But actors since avenged his death

By often murdering Macbeth.

Hard by we saw the circles gray

Where Druid priests were wont to pray.

Three crumbling monuments we found,

With Stonehenge monoliths around,

But who had built and who had planned

We tried in vain to understand,

As future learned men may search

The reasons for our village church.