Song--ally’s meek, Mally’s sweet
Chorus—Mally’s meek, Mally’s sweet,
MallyÂ’s modest and discreet;
MallyÂ’s rare, MallyÂ’s fair,
MallyÂ’s every way complete.
AS I was walking up the street,
A barefit maid I chancÂ’d to meet;
But O the road was very hard
For that fair maidenÂ’s tender feet.
MallyÂ’s meek, &c.
It were mair meet that those fine feet
Were weel laced up in silken shoon;
AnÂ’ Â’twere more fit that she should sit
Within yon chariot gilt aboon,
MallyÂ’s meek, &c.
Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
Comes trinklin down her swan-like neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck,
MallyÂ’s meek, &c.
Poems by Robert Burns
