Elegy On Willie Nicol’s Mare

Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
As ever trod on airn;
But now she’s floating down the Nith,
And past the mouth o’Cairn.

Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
An’ rode thro’ thickand thin;
But now she’s floating down the Nith,
And wanting even the skin.

Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
And anceshe borea priest;
Butnow she’s floating down the Nith,
For Solway fish a feast.

Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
An’the priest he rode her sair;
And much oppress’d and bruis’d she was,
As priest-rid cattle are,-&c. &c.