Were drove on Scalpa-isle, or Glass,
Which to one MacLeod belonging was,
By whom they wou’d been gripped fast;
But for a shipwreckt crew they past,
Old Sullivan the Prince’s father,
And ev’ry one gave names to other.
They said, they were to Orkneys bound,
And here great lenity they found
From Donald Campbell, a farmer there,
Who for a passage did prepare