My Prince, my Prince and here to lurk!
Oh! this would move the heart of Turk,
To see the turns of time and fate,
From honour to a wretched state;
I’m old, I’m old, thus did he cry;
Yet t’ serve my Prince I’d live and die.
Then said the Prince, Since it is so,
With these two letters, wilt thou go,
To Sir Alexander? though that he
And th’ laird of MacLeod’s my enemie,