I’ll yet their clemency request,
If humanity lies in their breast,
In noble hearts pity is found,
They’ll land me safe on German ground.
No, no, said Donald, that will not do;
For now they’re both in search of you:
But my service sha’n’t cost you a groat,
Near this there lies an eight oar’d boat,
Get all you have, ready on sight,
And we will go on board this night.