Twa unicorns are bra’ to see;
There’s the picture of a Knight and a Lady bright,
And the green hollin abune their bree.
There an Outlaw keeps five hundred men,
He keeps a royal company;
His merrymen a’ in ae livery clad,
O’ the Lincoln green sae gay to see;
He and his Lady in purple clad,
O gin they live not royallie!