‘There’s in the fore-front o’ that castle
Twa unicorns, sae bra’ to see,
There’s the picture of a knight, and a lady bright,
Wi’ the green hollìn abune their bree.
XXX
‘There the Outlaw keeps five hundred men,
He keeps a royal companie;
His merry men 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!
XXXI
‘He says, yon forest is his ain,
He wan it frae the Soudronie;
Sae as he wan it, sae will he keep it,
Contrair all kings in Christentie.’—
XXXII
‘Gar warn me Perthshire, and Angus baith,
Fife, up and down, and Lothians three,
And graith[529] my horse,’ said our noble King,
‘For to Ettrick Forest hie will I me.’
XXXIII
Then word is gane the Outlaw till,
In Ettrick Forest, where dwelleth he,
That the King was comand to Ettrick Forest,
To conquess baith his lands and he.