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