(Robert Burns)

As I was walking up the street,
   A barefit maid I chanc'd to meet;
But O, the road was very hard
   For that fair maiden's tender feet!

       CHORUS
     Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
        Mally's modest and discreet,
     Mally's rare, Mally's fair
        Mally's ev'ry way complete.

It were mair meet, that those fine feet
   Were weel laced up in silken shoon!
An 'twere more fit that she should sit
  Within yon chariot gilt aboon!

Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
  Comes tumbling down her swan-like neck,
And her twa eyes, like stars in skies,
  Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck!


tune: O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet (226)
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