For if the rabble come to hear it,
They’ll do it through a zealous sp’rit.
The wind is fair and so be gone,
We’ll still the people and send them home.
Keep all right snug and let none know
Whether he’s in this isle or no.
The boatmen hearing of such a rout,
And fearing what might be their lot,
Two with the boat fled to the sea,
And two up to the muirs did hie.