Confin’d into a stinking stye,
And ’bove his head two hydes of kye,
To skonce away the sooty rain.
And all his clothes in dirty stain.
At this time soldi’rs came to Raski,
An island, in length but miles three,
Lying ’twixt Barra and South Uist;
And therefore flee again he must.
The Prince, O’Neil and Sullivan,
Edward Burke and Donald the man,