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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 |
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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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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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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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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 |
