That the Prince, with above five hunder,
Was coming for to burn and plunder.
Then Donald to their Chiefs did go,
And curs’d and swore it was not so:
For the Prince has not got a man but three,
And I one of his number be.
So gentlemen, think what you do,
Lest, when too late, you come to rue;
For if Seaforth himself were here,
A hair of’s head you durst not steer;