PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare, <br />As ever trod on airn; <br />But now she's floating down the Nith, <br />And past the mouth o' Cairn. <br /> <br /> <br />Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, <br />An' rode thro' thick and thin; <br />But now she's floating down the Nith, <br />And wanting even the skin. <br /> <br /> <br />Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, <br />And ance she bore a priest; <br />But now she's floating down the Nith, <br />For Solway fish a feast. <br /> <br /> <br />Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare, <br />An' the priest he rode her sair; <br />And much oppress'd and bruis'd she was, <br />As priest-rid cattle are,—&c. &c.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-on-willie-nicol-s-mare/
