In all the Isles were armed men;
But in what place they did not ken.
Ev’ry wave threat’ning their last,
And shipt great seas, which o’er them past;
Yet kept above from sand and rock,
Till to morrow ’bout seven o’clock,
They made Rushness-point, on the long isle,
Call’d Benbecula in Gallic style,
Two hundred miles in eight hours space,
Past many a rock and dang’rous place,