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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 favour |
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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 |
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Argyll Chorus |
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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 marvel 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 |
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Argyll On the evening that |
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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 splendour |
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Shone the |
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Queen of all |
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Argyll Chorus... |
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So my lads |
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I needs must leave you |
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My intentions no' to grieve you |
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Nor indeed would |
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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 |
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Argyll Chorus (twice) |
