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Đăng bởi thanhbinh82_tp vào 23/04/2007 14:57, đã sửa 1 lần, lần cuối bởi Vanachi vào 24/06/2009 10:37
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 chanc'd to meet;
But O the road was very hard
For that fair maiden's tender feet.
Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet;
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
Mally's every 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.
Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet;
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
Mally's every way complete.
Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
Comes trinklin down her swan-like neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck.
Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet;
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
Mally's every way complete.
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Gửi bởi thanhbinh82_tp ngày 24/04/2007 14:57
Ôi Melly
Đẹp mê li,
Melly dịu dàng hiếm thấy.
Melly tươi,
Melly cười,
Melly hồn nhiên, lộng lẫy.
Đang đi, tôi gặp vô tình
Melly chân trần khiêm tốn
Đôi chân hồng hồng, xinh xinh
Dẫm lên đá đường sắc nhọn.
Đôi chân, dôi chân Melly
Đáng bọc bằng nhung, bằng lụa.
Một người như em, Melly,
Đáng được ngồi xe công chúa.
Như tơ vàng óng, tóc em
Mềm mại uốn vòng quanh cổ.
Đôi mắt như ngôi sao đêm
Soi tàu đi trong giông tố.
Ôi Melly
Đẹp mê li
Melly dịu dàng hiếm thấy
Melly tươi,
Melly cười,
Melly hồn nhiên lộng lẫy.
Gửi bởi Diệp Y Như ngày 25/06/2009 06:37
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 chanc'd to meet;
But O the road was very hard
For that fair maiden's tender feet.
Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet;
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
Mally's every 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.
Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet;
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
Mally's every way complete.
Her yellow hair, beyond compare,
Comes trinklin down her swan-like neck,
And her two eyes, like stars in skies,
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck.
Mally's meek, Mally's sweet,
Mally's modest and discreet;
Mally's rare, Mally's fair,
Mally's every way complete.