John Keats: Meg Merrilies

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John Keats: Meg Merrilies

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Old Meg she was a Gipsy And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf And her house was out of doors Her apples were swart blackberries Her currants pods o' broom; Her wine was dew of the wild white rose Her book a churchyard tomb Her Brothers were the craggy hills Her Sisters larchen trees— Alone with her great family She liv'd as she did please No breakfast had she many a morn No dinner many a noon And 'stead of suppеr she would stare Full hard against the Moon But еvery morn of woodbine fresh She made her garlanding And every night the dark glen Yew She wove, and she would sing And with her fingers old and brown She plaited Mats o' Rushes And gave them to the Cottagers She met among the Bushes Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen And tall as Amazon: An old red blanket cloak she wore; A chip hat had she on God rest her aged bones somewhere— She died full long agone!

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  • John Keats