Were kept, by orders of Lochiel,
Most secretly into a hut,
Until a ship was ready got.
While the Prince yet at Clun’s hut lay,
One morning, early of the day,
A child of Clun’s came running in,
Crying, “O-hon! the red coats and the gun!”
Which caus’d them hurry out and see
A party coming, and that right nigh:
Cluny, John Cameron and his son