MacLeod and Burke, here left on shore,
Went to their Prince with hearts full sore.
Cry’d Sullivan, We’ll take the hill,
No, said the Prince, We’ll stand it still:
Since here is friendship in the least,
Take ye no fear, we’ll be releas’d,
So in that night return’d again
Their boat from sea, with the two men;
But the other two who took the hill,
Where they ran I cannot tell.