| Gentlemen, it is my duty
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| To inform you of one beauty
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| Though I’d ask of you a favour
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| Oh' to seek her for a while
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| Though I own she is a creature
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| Of character and feature
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| No worse could paint the picture
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| Of the queen of all Argyll
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| On the evening that I mention
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| I passed with light intention
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| Through a part of our dear country
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| Known for beauty and for style
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| Being a place of noble thinkers
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| Of scholars and great drinkers
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| But above them all for splendour
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| Was the queen of all Argyll
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| And if you could see her there
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| Boys, if you had just been there
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| The swan was in her movement
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| And the morning in her smile
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| All the roses in the garden
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| They’d bow and ask her pardon
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| For not one could match the beauty
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| Of the queen of all Argyll
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| So my lads I need must leave you
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| My intention’s not to grieve you
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| Nor indeed would I deceive you
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| But I’ll see you in a while
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| I must find a way to gain her
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| To court her and to tame her
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| I fear my heart’s in danger
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| Of the queen of all Argyll
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| And if you could see her there
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| Boys, if you had just been there
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| The swan was in her movement
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| And the morning in her smile
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| All the roses in the garden
|
| They’d bow and ask her pardon
|
| For not one could match the beauty
|
| Of the queen of all Argyll
|
| And if you could see her there
|
| Boys, if you had just been there
|
| The swan was in her movement
|
| And the morning in her smile
|
| All the roses in the garden
|
| They’d bow and ask her pardon
|
| For not one could match the beauty
|
| Of the queen of all Argyll
|
| And if you could see her there
|
| Boys, if you had just been there
|
| The swan was in her movement
|
| And the morning in her smile
|
| All the roses in the garden
|
| They’d bow and ask her pardon
|
| For not one could match the beauty
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| Of the queen of all Argyll |