And through the hills a wand’ring gone,
By chance he met with Sullivan;
As on the shore they both did stan’
A French cutter came in their sight,
With pendent flying, colours bright,
O’Neil her hail’d, and to she came,
To fetch the Prince was all her aim.
O’Neil desir’d them there to stay,
And he to bring him back wou’d try:
Then off he sets along the shore,