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...HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GODODDIN: CONAN by ANEIRIN SONNET ON PIETRO REGGIO HIS SETTING TO MUSIC MR. COWLEY'S POEMS by PHILIP AYRES |