Merrilies Meg.

Met nun age Rome, he lived
On the land hug yeoman:
Her bed is a 'hub' Heath Brown,
Enquiries out of the home.

Swart apple is a fruit, Ford said.
Currant rain, white wine
From the dew of wild flowers,
The church courtyard of the tomb of paper.

Brothers craggy hills,
Larches sisters trees --
Alone with her large family.
Please geisha aid a life.

Most of the morning's breakfast, no,
Representation dinner at noon, not many,
Instead, she was staring at dinner
Hard with a camel - unhappiness.

But every morning, a new flower honey
She provided garlanding,
Glenn Yum of the dark every night.
She is the fabric, and she was singing.

And the old Brown's fingers,
Her son, Matt Rush,
And residents gave the cabin
Shrubbery between the rivals.

Meg and courage when I was Margaret Quinn,
Tall and Amazon:
An old blanket, wearing a red cape;
She Chippendale hat.
God rest of the bones were their age --
She left the entire long dead!