They kept up huts, yea more than one,
And kindly there did entertain him;
To the very last they did befrien’ him,
And ere that he should taken be,
They every man would for him die.
While here he liv’d on stollen beef,
Right suddenly there came relief:
Rod’rick MacKenzie, a merchant-man,
At Ed’nburgh town had join’d the Clan,
Had in the expedition been,