When from Culloden he did run.
Then for his life was no remead,
He was condemn’d to lose his head,
Which he bore in a heroic way,
As an ancient Roman thus did say,
Dulce et decorum pro patria mori,
’Tis sweet and glorious a patriot to die.
The proof was strong, though he deny’d,
His letters also were apply’d,
Which he to Lord President sent,