Churls who laid my home in ashes.
Now shall pay the fine devoutly!
Many a bravely-mounted rider,
With his back turned to the slaughter,
Where his boots won’t keep him dry now,
Learns to swim in Nevis water.
On the wings of eager rumour
Far and wide the tale is flying,
How the slippery knaves, the Campbells,
With their cloven skulls are lying.