The red coats swarming all around,
And yet by chance none of them found.
Then Donald MacLeod he went away,
And was ta’en at Slate in isle of Sky,
By Allan M‘Donald, the laird of Knock,
Who him on board the Furnace took,
Where gen’ral Campbell and Ferguson
For to examine him thus began——
Gen. Was you with the Pretender, or was you no?
Heth was I, quoth Donald, and that you know.