Alan Jay Lerner
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Meg
At sixteen years I was blue ans sad.
then father said I should find a lad.
So I set out to become a wife,
An' found the real love of my life.
His name it was Chris, and the last was MacGill.
I met him one night pickin' flowers on the hill.
He had lots of charm an' a certain kind o' touch,
An a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me very much.
so there 'neath the moon where romance often springs,
I gave him my heart--an' a few other things.
I don't know how long that I stayed up on the hill,
But the moon had disappeared, and so had Christopher MacGill.
So I went home an' I thought I'd die,
Till Father said, make another try.
So out I went to become a wife,
An' found the real love of my lfe.
He came from the lowlands, the lowlands said he.
I saw him an' knew he was perfect for me.
Jus' one thing that puzzled me an' it always will,
Was he told me he had heard about me from his friend MacGill.
We quick fell in love an' went down by the creek.
The next day he said he'd be back in a week,
An' I thought he would, for now how was I to know
That of all the lowland laddies, there was never one as low!
I told my father the awful truth.
He said, "What difference? Ye've got your youth."
So out I went mad to be a wife,

An' found the real love of my life.
Oh, he was a poet, a rhymer was he.
He read me some verse he had written for me.
He said they would move me, these poems from his pen,
An' how right he was, because they moved me right into the glen.
We stayed till the dawn came an' lighted the sky,
Then I shook his hand an' I bid him good-bye.
I never went back, for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do.
My pa said, "Look out for men who think.
Ye'll be more certain with men who drink."
So out I went to become a wife,
An' found the real love of my life.
Oh, he was a solier, a fine Highland son.
He told me about all the battle he'd won.
He wasted his time tellin' me about his might,
For one look at him decided me to not put up a fight.
We skirmished for hours that night in the glen,
an' I found the sword has more might than the pen,
But when I was drowsin' I snored to my dismay,
An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' marched away.
Now Pa said, "Daughter, there must be one,
Someone who's true, or too old to run."
So I'm still lookin' to be a wife,
An' find the real love of my life.


Mirror lyrics:

An' find the real love of my life.
So I'm still lookin' to be a wife,
Someone who's true, or too old to run."
Now Pa said, "Daughter, there must be one,
An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' marched away.
But when I was drowsin' I snored to my dismay,
an' I found the sword has more might than the pen,
We skirmished for hours that night in the glen,
For one look at him decided me to not put up a fight.
He wasted his time tellin' me about his might,
He told me about all the battle he'd won.
Oh, he was a solier, a fine Highland son.
An' found the real love of my life.
So out I went to become a wife,
Ye'll be more certain with men who drink."
My pa said, "Look out for men who think.
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do.
I never went back, for what I had heard was true:
Then I shook his hand an' I bid him good-bye.
We stayed till the dawn came an' lighted the sky,
An' how right he was, because they moved me right into the glen.
He said they would move me, these poems from his pen,
He read me some verse he had written for me.
Oh, he was a poet, a rhymer was he.
An' found the real love of my life.

So out I went mad to be a wife,
He said, "What difference? Ye've got your youth."
I told my father the awful truth.
That of all the lowland laddies, there was never one as low!
An' I thought he would, for now how was I to know
The next day he said he'd be back in a week,
We quick fell in love an' went down by the creek.
Was he told me he had heard about me from his friend MacGill.
Jus' one thing that puzzled me an' it always will,
I saw him an' knew he was perfect for me.
He came from the lowlands, the lowlands said he.
An' found the real love of my lfe.
So out I went to become a wife,
Till Father said, make another try.
So I went home an' I thought I'd die,
But the moon had disappeared, and so had Christopher MacGill.
I don't know how long that I stayed up on the hill,
I gave him my heart--an' a few other things.
so there 'neath the moon where romance often springs,
An a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me very much.
He had lots of charm an' a certain kind o' touch,
I met him one night pickin' flowers on the hill.
His name it was Chris, and the last was MacGill.
An' found the real love of my life.
So I set out to become a wife,
then father said I should find a lad.
At sixteen years I was blue ans sad.
Meg


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