Mary Of Argyle

I have heard the Mavis singing

His love song to the moon

I have seen the dewdrop clinging

To the rose just nearly bornBut a sweeter song has cheer'd me

At the evening's gentle close

And I've seen an eye still brighter

Than the dewdrop on the rose'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary

And thine artless winning smile

That made this world an Eden

Bonnie Mary of ArgyleTho' thy voice may lose its sweetness

Thine eye it's brightness too

Tho' thy step may lack its fleetness

And thy hair it's sunny hueStill to me wilt thou be dearer

Than all the world shall own

I have loved thee for thy beauty

But not for that aloneI have watched thy heart, dear Mary

And its goodness was the wile

That has made thee mine forever

Bonnie Mary of Argyle