They forthwith did cut off his head.
Scarce took they time the corpse to bury,
Being so o’erjoy’d, in such a hurry.
To Fort-Augustus they went with speed,
Triumphing o’er poor Charlie’s head.
All who had seen him, came it to view,
And vow’d the face was just and true;
The very barber who us’d to shave him,
The sim’lar treats seem’d to deceive him:
But, said he, wer’t on his body set,