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elegy on willie nil&039;s are

peg nicholn was a good bay are,

as ever trod on airn;

but now she&039;s floatg down the nith,

and past the outh o&039; cairn

peg nicholn was a good bay are,

an&039; rode thro&039; thick and th;

but now she&039;s floatg down the nith,

and wantg even the sk

peg nicholn was a good bay are,

and ance she bore a priest;

but now she&039;s floatg down the nith,

for lway fish a feast

peg nicholn was a good bay are,

an&039; the priest he rode her sair;

and uch oppress&039;d and bruis&039;d she was,

as priest-rid cattle are,—c c