Then with fury began the siege,
Both day and night they did engage:
On the east side upon a height,
Open’d a batt’ry in the night,
Of wooden faggots fill’d with mud:
Upon a rock the trench it stood,
To dig it deep it would not do,
At last they purchas’d packs of woo,
For which Perth’s duke gave his own bill,
Smith may protest it when he will,