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...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |