1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
Her brothers were the craggy hills,
Her sisters larchen trees;
Alone with her great family
She liv'd as she did please.
4.
No breakfast had she many a morn,
No dinner many a noon,
And 'stead of supper she would stare
Full hard against the moon.
5.
But every morn, of woodbine fresh
She made her garlanding,
And every night the dark glen yew
She wove, and she would sing.
6.
And with her fingers old and brown
She plaited mats o' rushes,
And gave them to the cottagers
She met among the bushes.
7.
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, one of the greatest English poets and a major figure in the Romantic movement, was born in 1795 in Moorfields, London. His father died when he was eight and his mother when he was fourteen; these sad circumstances drew him particularly close to his two brothers, George and Tom, and his sister Fanny.
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'Keats and his companion seem to have started from Dumfries again on the 2nd of July, "through Galloway -- all very pleasant and pretty with no fatigue when one is used to it," as he writes to his sister, adding "We are in the midst of Meg Merrilies' country of whom I suppose you have heard," and giving her forthwith a copy of the poem. Lord Houghton says of this stage --
"The pedestrians passed by Solway Frith through that delightful part of Kirkcudbrightshire, the scene of 'Guy Mannering.' Keats had never read the novel, but was much struck with the character of Meg Merrilies as delineated to him by Brown. He seemed at once to realise the creation of the novelist, and, suddenly stopping in the pathway, at a point where a profusion of honeysuckles, wild rose, and fox-glove, mingled with the bramble and broom that filled up the spaces between the shattered rocks, he cried out, 'Without a shadow of a doubt on that spot has old Meg Merrilies often boiled her kettle.'"
On the 3rd of July he writes to Tom from "Auchtercairn" (meaning, I presume, Auchencairn, some six miles east of Kirkcudbright) -- "We are now in Meg Merrilies' country, and have, this morning, passed through some parts exactly suited to her. Kirkcudbright County is very beautiful, very wild, with craggy hills, somewhat in the Westmoreland fashion. We have come down from Dumfries to the sea-coast part of it. The following song you will have from Dilke, but perhaps you would like it here."
I should judge that the scene given by Brown to Lord Houghton belonged rather to the morning of the 3rd than to the evening of the 2nd; and that Keats took out his current letter to his sister at Auchencairn on pausing there to breakfast, and wrote the poem into it when he began a fresh letter to Tom with it. Thus, besides a rough draft, there would be three fair copies of the poem, one for Tom, one for Fanny, and one for Mr. Dilke.'
~ Poetical Works of John Keats, ed. H. Buxton Forman, Crowell publ. 1895.
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From guest Richard (contact)
Parts of this poem are recited by the main character. Reading this gives me a fuller understanding and enjoyment of both works. I am also glad to read the other comments on this page.Memories
From guest Dorothy Powers (contact)
When I was a child a friend recitedthis poem to me ,I had never heard it before and it made me very sad.I am now 70 and the poem still comes into my mind on occasions although I could neer remember all the words....then I thought about the internet and here you are ,you had it....thank you so much...it still makes me sad.Meg
The title of this poem inspired my first sonnet, though it had nothing to do with wild living.
I'll forever remember it. This was a personal turning point in my life, and that day was immortalized on Val's Day!
Meg Merrilies.
From guest Jean Bates (contact)
My mother recited this many years ago,(she sang it too),she has been gone a long time now and I am so grateful I can now pass this on to my children and G. grandchildren here in Alaska.I am amazed you got this so quickly!.Many thanks.Amazing what we were taught years ago-Meg Merrrilies!
From guest Ferron McKenzie-Okewole (contact)
I learnt this poen at age 7 while in Elementary School in Portland, Jamaica-West Indies. There were inter-school elocution competitions and Meg Merrilies was one of the poems we laernt as a Choral Recitation! My sister and I at times get nostalgic about our past; this particular poem is not in either of the 2 antologies I have in my personal library. God bless the Internet
- From guest Di Read (contact)
beautifl.. many fond memories.... thank you Meg Merrilies
From guest Christina McKerrow (contact)
My mother was born in 1907, and received very little schooling. She was kept home to help with the endless chores. However, I am amazed at the depth of teaching she did receive. She recited poetry that she had learned as a child for all of her life. She had to leave school at 14. Meg Merrilies was only one of the poems she knew.Meg Merrilies
From guest Rosemary Magee (contact)
When i was at school at Selkirk i learned this poem is was my favorite poem,but i had forgotten a lot of the words when i asked people if they new it not many of my friends did thank god for the inter net now i can learn it to my grandchildren- this site is a fantastic resource for the poetry group I have set up with a group of the elderly.they often remember parts of poems and using this site I can track them down and print them out, as if by magic! Well done.