Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

545 . Song—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.