| Gentlemen it is me duty | 
| To inform you of one beauty | 
| Though I’d ask of you a favor | 
| Not to seek her for a while | 
| Though I own she is a creature | 
| Of character and feature | 
| No words can paint the picture | 
| Of the Queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could have seen her there | 
| Boys, if you had just been there | 
| The swan was in her movements | 
| And the morning in her smile | 
| All the roses in the garden | 
| They bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the Queen of all Argyll | 
| On the evening that I mentioned | 
| I passed with light intention | 
| Through a part of our dear country | 
| Known for beauty and for style | 
| In the place of noble thinkers | 
| Of scholars and great drinkers | 
| But above them all for splendor | 
| Shone the Queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could have seen her there | 
| Boys, if you had just been there | 
| The swan was in her movements | 
| And the morning in her smile | 
| All the roses in the garden | 
| They bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the Queen of all Argyll | 
| So my lads I needs must leave you | 
| My intentions no' to grieve you | 
| Nor indeed would I deceive you | 
| Oh I’ll see you in a while | 
| I must find some way to gain her | 
| To court her and attain her | 
| I fear my heart’s in danger | 
| From the Queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could have seen her there | 
| Boys, if you had just been there | 
| The swan was in her movements | 
| And the morning in her smile | 
| All the roses in the garden | 
| They bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the Queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could have seen her there | 
| Boys, if you had just been there | 
| The swan was in her movements | 
| And the morning in her smile | 
| All the roses in the garden | 
| They bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the Queen of all Argyll | 
| If you could have seen her there | 
| Boys, if you had just been there | 
| The swan was in her movements | 
| And the morning in her smile | 
| All the roses in the garden | 
| They bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the Queen of all Argyll | 
| She’s the Queen of all Argyll | 
| You could have seen her there | 
| Queen of all Argyll | 
| You should have just been there | 
| Queen of all Argyll | 
| You should have seen her there | 
| The Queen of all Argyll |