He kill’d was at Culloden fight.
And after they had talk’d a while,
Think you yon ships will touch this isle?
Says John, I know not but they might;
Because they’re never out of sight.
What if our Prince a pris’ner be,
In one of those ships which we see?
God forbid, then John reply’d;
But of his ’scape I’m much afraid:
For our nation’s guarded round about,