This storm it did the whole day blow,
And then at night they came to know
Of a party, distant, but miles two:
So to sea again they’re forced to go.
And as they steer’d to Loch Boisdale,
One of the sailors a swearing fell,
He saw a boat full of Marines,
Which prov’d a rock at some distance.
Cry’d, Hardy weather, and ship about,
Then to Celie-stella that night they put.