The perilous journey from his point of view goes as follows:
On the fourth of June, in the afternoon,
We sailed from Londonderry;
Early next day we put to sea
To cross the tedious ferry;
We hoisted sail with a pleasant gale
As Phoebus was arising,
Bound for New York, in America,
In the grand brig Eliza.
A British fleet we chanced to meet
On the twenty-fourth of August;
A man-of-war came bearing down
With crowded sails upon us.
Brave Knight, being true all his crew,
Advanced unto the captain,
And when he made a bow to him,
Showed America’s protection.
September ninth we took our leave;
Of captain, mate, and sailors,
Likewise of the Eliza brave,
For no less can we name her;
We gave three cheers for old Ireland,
It being our former quarter,
And then, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
And parted from each other.