But Sullivan sav’d his own hide,
And with all speed went home to France,
Left them behind to Providence.
As the Prince, Miss Flora and her man,
Were just about to quit the land,
Four king’s wherries came in their view,
Where armed men were not a few:
Back to the heather they’re forc’d to fly,
And there some time conceal’d to ly,
These wherries soon went out of sight,