Here were two Margarets, living stones;
They were founded on the Rock.
Man’s malice led them to the river;
But water cannot quench stones.
To the tidal river; turning
Towards two staked women.
If the officers doing duty
Acted with undue cruelty
I do not know:
But the tide, licking without taste,
Foot, leg, thigh, belly, bosom
The women, the waves whelmed;
The stones, stand to eternity
In the Christ for whom they suffered.
The stone marks the point where Margaret Wilson was tied to the stake and suffered martyrdom by drowning in 1685 near Wigtown.