Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 302. Elegy on Willie Nicol’s Mare |
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| 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. | |
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| Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, | 5 |
| An’ rode thro’ thick and thin; | |
| But now she’s floating down the Nith, | |
| And wanting even the skin. | |
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| Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, | |
| And ance she bore a priest; | 10 |
| But now she’s floating down the Nith, | |
| For Solway fish a feast. | |
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| Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, | |
| An’ the priest he rode her sair; | |
| And much oppress’d and bruis’d she was, | 15 |
| As priest-rid cattle are,—&c. &c. | |
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