And first shall they break the fortress down, and syne the Rock
they'll storm.
After twa days' fight they fled in the night, and glad eneuch to
go,
With their rigging rent, and their powder spent, and many a man
laid low.

So for lang years three did they sweep the sea, but a closer watch
was set,
Till nae food had they, but twa ounce a day o' meal was the maist
they'd get.
And men fight but tame on an empty wame, so they sent a flag o'
truce,
And blithe were the Privy Council then, when the Whigs had heard
that news.
Twa Lords they sent wi' a strang intent to be dour on each
Cavalier,
But wi' French cakes fine, and his last drap o' wine, did Middleton
make them cheer,
On the muzzles o' guns he put coats and caps, and he set them aboot
the wa's,
And the Whigs thocht then he had food and men to stand for the
Rightfu' Cause.
So he got a' he craved, and his men were saved, and nane might say
them nay,
Wi' sword by side, and flag o' pride, free men might they gang
their way,
They might fare to France, they might bide at hame, and the better
their grace to buy,
Wullie Wanbeard's purse maun pay the keep o' the men that did him