To Fort-Augustus, hard bestead,
Plunder’d of’s watch, buckles and shoes,
And all the cash was in his trews,
In a dungeon deep, iron’d he lay,
Thence to Ed’nburgh castle sent away,
And there confin’d was kept one year,
Till by the Act of Grace set clear.
For love of Charlie he got this,
And poor Miss Flora no better was:
For she was scarce ten days at home,