Peg Nicholson was a gude 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 gude 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 gude 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 gude 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD ANNE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 43. FAREWELL TO JULIET (5) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EVENING SOLACE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE THE WAKE OF TIM O'HARA (SEVEN DIALS) by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |