The Queen of the Moors - Skyclad

Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors

She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors

Her apples were tart blackberries, her currants pods o’broom

Her wine was the 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 did as she did please

Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, sh lived all out of doors

She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the

moors

No breakfast has she many a morn, no dinner many a noon

Instead of supper she would stare, full hard against the moon

But every morn with woodbine fresh, she made her garlanding

And every night the dark glen yew she wove, and she would sing

Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors

She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors

Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors

She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the

moors

Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors

She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors

Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors

She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the

moors

Rare she was the queen of the moors