Mally’s Meek, Mally’s Sweet
Chorus—Mally’s meek, Mally’s sweet,Mally’s modest and discreet;Mally’s rare, Mally’s fair,Mally’s every way complete.
As I was walking up the street,A barefit maid I chanc’d to meet;But O the road was very hardFor that fair maiden’s tender feet.Mally’s meek, &c.
It were mair meet that those fine feetWere weel laced up in silken shoon;An’ ’twere more fit that she should sitWithin yon chariot gilt aboon,Mally’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,Mally’s meek, &c.