A boat of his own for Stornaway.
Which went off on the first of May,
With Donald MacLeod, his trusty guide,
Who went a vessel to provide,
To get to the Orkneys by all means:
For there he thought to meet with frien’s,
Who, well he knew, would use their pow’r,
To land him on the German shore.
And in three days a message came,
That a ship was ready at his deman’.