Got past the breakers, ’mong sand and sleik,
There they landed him and his guide,
And chus’d no longer to abide:
But to the sea again did go;
Because the storm did fiercely blow.
And as they were returning back,
A boat from Morar did them ’ttack;
And old MacKinnon was pris’ner made,
Being, by direction, to him led,
By a party who did the two pursue,