Which frightened the poor natives there,
Who ran to holes like fox or hare:
And when they reach’d the wretched shore,
They catched some who to them swore,
That none did in that place sojourn,
But who were in St. Kilda born:
Of a Pretender they nothing knew;
But what they heard of a boat’s crew,
How the laird MacLeod had arm’d his men,
To fight against some ill woman,