Chorus-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 barefitmaid I chanc’d to meet;
ButO the road was very hard
For that fair maiden’s tender feet.
Mally’s meek, &c.

It were mairmeet that those fine feet
Were weellaced up in silken shoon;
An’twere more fitthat she should sit
Within yonchariot gilt aboon,
Mally’s meek, &c.

Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
Comes trinklindown her swan-like neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship fraewreck,
Mally’s meek, &c.