Song--allys meek, Mallys sweet
ChorusMallys meek, Mallys sweet,
Mallys modest and discreet;
Mallys rare, Mallys fair,
Mallys every way complete.
AS I was walking up the street,
A barefit maid I chancd to meet;
But O the road was very hard
For that fair maidens tender feet.
Mallys meek, &c.
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,
Mallys 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,
Mallys meek, &c.
Poems by Robert Burns
