“Down, still!” said Martin, “a moment we’ll hide,
Then away for our friends and our sons.”
Two score are secured and each man is well armed;
They approach the Tories’ dark cave;
But the thieves are alert as well as alarmed,
Before men so mighty and brave.
Quick shots are exchanged—the maiden still prays;
All the Tories but three take flight,
And these are bound fast, and in Heaven’s own ways,
There’s rapture and holy delight.