Than soldiers hearts did quake for fear,
And being threaten’d with a siege
They durst not stand their spiteful rage.
So town and castle became his own,
The fort was levell’d with the groun’.
Lord Loudon fled but little way,
The firth of Murray between them lay,
Perth and Cromartie play’d a brogue,
Assisted by a hazie fog,
Unexpectedly sallying over,