Did guard her there, and back again.
Then she unto the Nore was sent,
Five months on sea, where no friend kent,
At last to London was convey’d,
There with a messenger to bide,
Till the month of July Forty Seven,
That she was home to Edinburgh driv’n,
When by the Act of Grace reliev’d,
She’s now in Sky, yet unmischiev’d.
Now Charles at Glam, in Raaza lay,