Which caus’d the Prince in tears to mourn:
Captain, he said, will you leave me now?
On the main land, what shall I do?
Then said the laird, leave that to me,
On the main land I’ll you supplie.
Sir, said Malcom, by now I’m mist
By friends, by foes, and this I trust
For to be ta’en, when I return,
Then I’ll tell a tale of my sojourn,
Of all my travels how I was here,