“And make incursions for our prey:
“For meat and drink we do not want,
“Of silver and gold we are not scant:
“And since ’tis such a roaring time,
“To steal and rob we think no crime.”
The other five were call’d and told,
Who did rejoice him to behold,
And swore that he should with them stay,
Till he found it safe to get away.
’Tween Strath-Ferrar and Glen-Morr’ston,