The Canary/O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet

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O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet.

  O 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 chanced to meet,But O the road was very hardFor that fair maiden's tender feet.  Mally's meek, &c.
⟨It⟩ were mair meet, that those fine feetWere weel lac'd up in silken shoon,And 'twere mair fit that she should sitWithin yon chariot gilt aboon.  Mally's meek, &c.
Her yellow hair beyond compare,Comes trinkling down her swan-like neck,And her two eyes, like stars in skies,Wad keep a sinking ship frae wreck.  Mally's meek, &c.
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