The place was hollow and remote,
Upon dry land hauld up their boat;
But when they view’d the raging sea,
They prais’d their Maker heartilie,
To think what dangers they’d come by
’Twixt the isles of Cole, Mull and Skye.
The storm it still increased high’r,
For fourteen hours it blew like fire.
They spy’d, for dangers, round about,
And then to sleep their prince was put.