In brief, at Innerara Allan stayed,
And joined the banners of Argyle’s brigade.
Meanwhile, th’ old choleric shepherd of Glencoe
Spurned all advice, and girt himself to go.
What was’t to him that foes would poind their fold,
Their lease, their very beds beneath them sold!
And firmly to his text he would have kept,
Though Ronald argued and his daughter wept.
But ’midst the impotence of tears and prayer,
Chance snatched them from proscription and despair