Her name is Meg Look at the size of those legs She's stronger than the men in her town That's why she turns them all down Even though she's beautiful she'll beat you down But when she touches your lips With the hands that she forges with Shoulders wide Her hammer's tried and true With the weapons she forges we cannot lose Her steel is fine, much better than mine It's the best in the land Ol' Meg "The Leg" None can do what she can Nothing moists the groin like a sturdy ship When the sails a bit loose it tends to take more of the wind A deck that is weathered, is what we should all strive to seek If she takes you down a peg or two Then she might just be the Meg for you