济慈诗歌和书信选(英文版)17 Old Meg She was a Gipsy(在线收听

   Old Meg She was a Gipsy

  I.
  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.
  II.
  Her apples were swart blackberries,
  Herr currants pods o'broom;
  Her wine was dew of the wild white rose,
  Her book a churchyard tomb.
  III.
  Her Brothers were the craggy hills,
  Her Sisters larchen trees -
  Alone with her great family
  She live'd as she did please
  IV.
  No breakfast had she many a morn,
  No dinner many a noon,
  And 'stead of supper she would stare
  Full hard against the Moon.
  V.
  But every morn of woodbine fresh
  She made her garlanding,
  And every night the dark glen Yew
  She wove, and she would sing.
  VI.
  And with her fingers old and brown
  She plaited mats o' Rushes,
  And gave them to the Cottagers
  She met among the Bushes.
  VII.
  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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