O Mally’s Meek, Mally’s Sweet
As I was walking up the street,
A barefit maid I chanced to meet;
But O the road was very hard
For that fair maiden’s tender feet.
O Mally’s meek, Mally’s sweet,
Mally’s modest and discreet,
Mally’s rare, Mally’s fair,
Mally’s every way complete.
It were more meet that those fine feet
Were weel laced up in silken shoon,
And ’twere more fit that she should sit
Within yon chariot gilt aboon.
Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
Comes trinkling down her swan-white neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck.
O Mally’s meek, Mally’s sweet,
Mally’s modest and discreet,
Mally’s rare, Mally’s fair,
Mally’s every way complete.
Robert Burns.