Of that great Castle he got a sight;
The like he ne’er saw wi’ his ee!
On the fore front o’ that Castle fair,
Twa unicorns were bra’ to see;
The picture of a Knight, and Lady bright,
And the green hollin abune their bree.
Thereat he spyed five hundred men,
Shooting with bows on Newark Lee;
They were a’ in ae livery clad,