1.
Peg Nichloson was a good bay mare
As ever trod on airn;
But now she's floating down the Nith,
And past the mouth o' Cairn.
2.
Peg Nichloson was a good bay mare
An' rode thro' thick an' thin;
But now she's floating down the Nith,
And wanting even the skin.
3.
Peg Nichloson was a good bay mare
And ance she bore a priest;
But now she's floating down the Nith,
For Solway fish a feast.
4.
Peg Nichloson 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.

Peg Nichloson was a good bay mare
As ever trod on iron;
But now she is floating down the river Nith,
And past the mouth of Cairn.

Peg Nichloson was a good bay mare
And rode through thick and thin;
But now she is floating down the river Nith,
And wanting even the skin.

Peg Nichloson was a good bay mare
And once she bore a priest;
But now she is floating down the river Nith,
For Solway fish a feast.

Peg Nichloson was a good bay mare
And the priest he rode her sore;
And much oppressed, and bruised she was,
As priest-ridden cattle are.