O, Mally's Meek

(Robert Burns)



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!



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Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,

Mally's modest and discreet,

Mally's rare, Mally's fair

Mally's ev'ry way complete.



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!



Her yellow hair, beyond compare,

Comes tumbling down her swan-like neck,

And her twa eyes, like stars in skies,

Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck!





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@Scots @love

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