On July eighteenth did set out,
As brave Culcairn had sent him word
Of Lochiel’s death, ev’n as absurd——
When plund’ring of Locharkaig isle,
He found the grass cut through the pile,
Thinking it was some hidden store,
He digg’d it up, and found therefore
A man’s body, who dy’d of a sore wound,
As appeared when they view’d him round;
A fine Holland shirt he on him had,