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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.