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

Ahora Meg era una doncella gitana, su casa estaba al aire libre

Era tan alta como una amazona, rara vez era la reina de los moros

Sus manzanas eran moras ácidas, sus grosellas, vainas de escoba

Su vino era el rocío de la rosa blanca silvestre, su libro una tumba en el cementerio

Sus hermanos eran las colinas escarpadas, sus hermanas los árboles de alerce

Sola con su gran familia, hizo lo que quiso

Brave Meg, ella era una feria gitana, vivía al aire libre

Llevaba una vieja capa de manta roja, iba y venía hacía la reina de los

moros

No ha desayunado muchas mañanas, no ha cenado muchas tardes

En lugar de la cena ella miraría fijamente, completamente dura contra la luna

Pero todas las mañanas con madera fresca, ella hizo su guirnalda

Y cada noche tejía el oscuro glen tejo, y ella cantaba

Ahora Meg era una doncella gitana, su casa estaba al aire libre

Era tan alta como una amazona, rara vez era la reina de los moros

Valiente Meg, era una feria gitana, vivía al aire libre

Llevaba una vieja capa de manta roja, iba y venía hacía la reina de los

moros

Meg era una doncella gitana, su casa estaba al aire libre

Era tan alta como una amazona, rara vez era la reina de los moros

Meg era una feria gitana, vivía toda al aire libre

Llevaba una vieja capa de manta roja, iba y venía hacía la reina de los

moros

Rara ella era la reina de los moros