Who camp’d for some time near Dunkeld,
And kept that pass, till they hear’d tell
How at Culloden all were broke,
And they had never fought a stroke,
Except one canonading bout;
The clans afar came on a scout
To view their camp from a hill top
Who soon retir’d when they drew up:
Whene’er their cannon began to play,
They skipt like rams and ran away,