The red-coats were to them a terror.
Now Charles concealed was in Uist,
And there to stay no longer durst,
The Campbells were coming a ho, a ho,
He durst not bide, and could not go:
Every day he saw them well,
And had none with him but O’Neil.
The day was long and hot the sun,
About the twenty first of June,
Upon a mountain top they lay,