Chapter 13 THE LADY'S-MAID.

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.

Oh! Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,

Mally's modest and discreet;

Mally's rare, Mally's fair,

Mally's every way complete.

BURNS.

What arms for innocence but innocence.

GILE