Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  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 hard
  for that fair maiden's tender feet.
  mally's 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,
  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.