Then brigadier Mordaunt was sent,
Nine hundred chosen with him went,
For to subdue all arm’d who were,
Into the Frazer’s country there,
Search’d ev’ry corner and each quorum,
Thinking that Charles was still before ’em.
Strathallan fell when on his flight,
Lord Balmarino the next night,
Into the hands of Grant he fell,
Who made him pris’ner, as they tell,