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  • Meg Merrilies (John Keats)
    
    OLD Meg she was a gypsy;
    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 church-yard 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 supper she would stare
    Full hard against the moon.
    
    But every 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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