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.