Queen of Argyll

(trad. arr. An Lár)

Gentle men it is my duty
To inform you of one beauty
Though I’d ask you of a favor,
Not to 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 movement,
And the morning in her smile.
All the roses in the garden,
They bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty
Of the queen of all Argyll.

On that evening that I mention,
I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country
Known for beauty and for style
Being a place of noble thinkers,
Of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendour
Shone the Queen of all Argyll

So my lads my needs must leave you,
My intention’s not 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 to tame her
I fear my heart’s in danger
From the Queen of all Argyl