Who as a Captain did appear,
In fighting for her Chevalier.
Five thousand stand of arms were found,
Ten brazen cannons, smart and sound,
Twelve stand of colours were ta’en, I know,
’Twas the Royal Standard’s fate also
For to be left, that fatal hour,
On the field of Culloden Muir,
With the baggage and milit’ry chest
(Its contents did of nought consist.)