Long eighteen hours this stage it was,
Through a long Muir all wet to plash:
But had they come the nearest way,
They had been catch’d in Stornaway.
About a half mile from the town,
Faint and weary they all sat down,
And sent their guide for Donald MacLeod,
To bring refreshment if he cou’d,
Who brought them brandy, cheese and bread,
Which cheer’d their hearts in time of need.