So here they were so hard bestead,
Of salt water they dramack made,
And of it hastily did eat,
Hunger for sauce, made it good meat.
If e’er I mount a throne, said he,
I’ll mind who din’d this day with me.
A bottle of brandy then he took,
And to them all drank better luck.
So then for Benbecula,
They hoisted sail, and steer’d awa’: