Ships and boats watching by sea,
So without fresh store they’re forc’d to flee:
And coming past the South of Uist,
An English ship before they wist,
Commanded by one Ferguson,
For three full leagues came chasing on:
They kept by shore, to windward lay,
Till in the Loch call’d Esca-bay.
Got on an island, and then by chance,
Wind contrary rose and drove them thence.