Chorus

O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet,
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
Mally's ev'ry way compleat.

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.
Chorus, Mally's meek &c.

It were mair meet, that those fine feet
Were weel lac'd up in silken shoon,
And twere more fit that she should sit
Within yon chariot gilt aboon.
Chorus, Mally's meek &c.

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.