Chorus—Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, <br />Mally's modest and discreet; <br />Mally's rare, Mally's fair, <br />Mally's every way complete. <br /> <br /> <br />AS I was walking up the street, <br />A barefit maid I chanc'd to meet; <br />But O the road was very hard <br />For that fair maiden's tender feet. <br />Mally's meek, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />It were mair meet that those fine feet <br />Were weel laced up in silken shoon; <br />An' 'twere more fit that she should sit <br />Within yon chariot gilt aboon, <br />Mally's meek, &c. <br /> <br /> <br />Her yellow hair, beyond compare, <br />Comes trinklin down her swan-like neck, <br />And her two eyes, like stars in skies, <br />Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck, <br />Mally's meek, &c.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mally-s-meek-mally-s-sweet/
