Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  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' thick and thin;
  but now she's floating down the nith,
  and wanting even the skin.
  peg nicholson was a good bay mare,
  and ance she bore a priest;
  but now 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.