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.