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O, Mally's Meek (Robert Burns) As I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanc'd to meet; |
printable copy of the lyrics to On a Bank of Flowers |
| But O, the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet! CHORUS 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! tune: O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet (226) filename[MALYMEEK play.exe MALYMEEK ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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