Peg Nicholson.

    Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
        As ever trode on airn;
    But now she's floating down the Nith,
        And past the mouth o' Cairn.

    Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
        And rode thro' thick an' 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 flouting down the Nith,
        For Solway fish a feast.

    Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
        And the priest he rode her sair;
    And much oppress'd and bruis'd she was;
        As priest-rid cattle are, &c. &c.