Which soon they whirled o’er his head,
Being so much used to plunder,
To rob the dead thought little wonder,
And him they judg’d to be Lochiel,
Yet a near friend of his, they tell,
One Cameron, son of Callavat,
After which Lochiel no hunting gat,
Supposing him and Charlie dead,
Though it was two others in their stead.
So all the parties far and near,