My name’s MacLeod, from Gaultergill,
I’m not afraid it to reveal.
Then said the Prince, ’Tis thee I want,
I am the man who for thee sent,
The Son of your King, your Prince I am,
And for your pity here I came.
On you, Donald, myself I throw,
Do what you will, prove friend or foe.
Then Donald, in tears, stood all amaz’d,
With dumb surprize he on him gaz’d: