The Scottish Queen

Amazing!

Great work !!!

Or the unmentionable Scottish play's wife?

i love the hair! beautiful creation

Amazing hair and her eyes are hypnotic !

Now Nature hangs her mantle green

On every blooming tree,

And spreads her sheets o' daisies white

Out o'er the grassy lea;

Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,

And glads the azure skies;

But nought can glad the weary wight

That fast in durance lies.

Now laverocks wake the merry morn

Aloft on dewy wing;

The merle, in his noontide bow'r,

Makes woodland echoes ring;

The mavis wild wi' mony a note,

Sings drowsy day to rest:

In love and freedom they rejoice,

Wi' care nor thrall opprest.

Now blooms the lily by the bank,

The primrose down the brae;

The hawthorn's budding in the glen,

And milk-white is the slae:

The meanest hind in fair Scotland

May rove their sweets amang;

But I, the Queen of a' Scotland,

Maun lie in prison strang.

Beautiful Merida!