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Artiste:
Empty Hats
Titre:
The Queen Of Argyle
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Gentlemen, it is my duty To inform you of one beauty though I'd ask of you a favor no to seek her for a while Though I own she is a creature of character and feature For no words can paint the picture of the Queen of all Argyle And if you could have seen 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 bowed and asked for pardon For not one could match the beauty of the Queen of all Argyle 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 a place of noble thinkers, of scholars and great drinkers But above them all for splendor of the Queen of all Argyle And if you could have seen 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 bowed and asked for pardon For not one could match the beauty of the Queen of all Argyle So my lads I needs must leave you My intentions no to grieve you Nor indeed would I decieve you, for I'll see you in a while I must find some way to gain her To court her and to tame her For I fear, my heart's in danger from the Queen of all Argyle And if you could have seen 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 bowed and asked for pardon For not one could match the beauty of the Queen of all Argyle And if you could have seen 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 bowed and asked for pardon For not one could match the beauty of the Queen of all Argyle