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Artiste:
Emerald Rose
Titre:
Queen Of Argyll
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*Gentleman, it is me duty To inform you of one beauty Though I'd ask of you a favor not seek her for a while Though I own she is a creature Of character and feature No words can paint the picture of the Queen of all Argyll And if you could have seen her there Boys, if you had just been there The swan was in her movements 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 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 the place of noble thinkers Of scholars and great drinkers But above them all for splendor shone the Queen of all Argyll And if you could have seen her there Boys, if you had just been there The swan was in her movements 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 So my lads I needs must leave My intentions no' to grieve you Nor indeed would I decieve you, oh, I"ll see you in a while I must find some way to gain her To court her and attain her I fear my heart's in danger from the Queen of all Argyll And if you could have seen her there Boys, if you had just been there The swan was in her movements 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 have seen her there Boys, if you had just been there The swan was in her movements 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