And nothing seemed to befrien’ him.
Miss Flora she fell fast asleep,
The rest by oars and helm did keep,
And when the day light did appear,
They knew not to what hand to steer,
The wind had vary’d in the night:
At last of Sky they got a sight.
At Waternish, the west of Sky,
Upon that point to land did try;
But the red-coats were swarming there,