Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
302 . Elegy on Willie Nicols Mare
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As ever trod on airn;
But now she’s floating down the Nith,
And past the mouth o’ Cairn.
An’ rode thro’ thick and thin; But now she’s floating down the Nith, And wanting even the skin. And ance she bore a priest; But now she’s floating down the Nith, For Solway fish a feast. An’ the priest he rode her sair; And much oppress’d and bruis’d she was, As priest-rid cattle are,—&c. &c.