And if you could have seen her, boys! Boys, if you had just been there! The swan was in her beauty And the morning in her smile. All the roses in the garden Would bow and ask her parden - for not one could match the beauty of the Queen of all Argyle.

On that evening that I mentioned, 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 splendor shone the Queen of all Argyle

So my lads I needs to leave you, my intention not to grieve you, nor indeed would I deceive you, well I'll see you in a while. I must find some way to gain her, to court her and detain her... I fear my heart's in danger from the Queen of all Argyle.

(Great song - Andy Steward writes new songs that sound old and well sung... John