Mary of Argyle.I have heard the mavis singing,His love-song to the morn,I have seen the dew-drops clinging,To the rose just newly born;But a sweeter song has cheered me,At the evening’s gentle close,I have seen an eye still brighter,Than the dew-drops on the rose—’Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,And thine artless, winning smile,That made this world an Eden,Bonny Mary of Argyle.Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,And thine eye its brightness too,Though thy step may lose its fleetness,And thy hair its sunny hue,Still to me shalt thou be dearer,Than all the world can own.I have loved thee for thy beauty,But not for that alone,—I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,And its goodness was the wile,That has made thee mine forever,Bonny Mary of Argyle.
I have heard the mavis singing,His love-song to the morn,I have seen the dew-drops clinging,To the rose just newly born;But a sweeter song has cheered me,At the evening’s gentle close,I have seen an eye still brighter,Than the dew-drops on the rose—’Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,And thine artless, winning smile,That made this world an Eden,Bonny Mary of Argyle.Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,And thine eye its brightness too,Though thy step may lose its fleetness,And thy hair its sunny hue,Still to me shalt thou be dearer,Than all the world can own.I have loved thee for thy beauty,But not for that alone,—I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,And its goodness was the wile,That has made thee mine forever,Bonny Mary of Argyle.
I have heard the mavis singing,His love-song to the morn,I have seen the dew-drops clinging,To the rose just newly born;But a sweeter song has cheered me,At the evening’s gentle close,I have seen an eye still brighter,Than the dew-drops on the rose—’Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,And thine artless, winning smile,That made this world an Eden,Bonny Mary of Argyle.Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,And thine eye its brightness too,Though thy step may lose its fleetness,And thy hair its sunny hue,Still to me shalt thou be dearer,Than all the world can own.I have loved thee for thy beauty,But not for that alone,—I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,And its goodness was the wile,That has made thee mine forever,Bonny Mary of Argyle.
I have heard the mavis singing,His love-song to the morn,I have seen the dew-drops clinging,To the rose just newly born;But a sweeter song has cheered me,At the evening’s gentle close,I have seen an eye still brighter,Than the dew-drops on the rose—’Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,And thine artless, winning smile,That made this world an Eden,Bonny Mary of Argyle.
I have heard the mavis singing,
His love-song to the morn,
I have seen the dew-drops clinging,
To the rose just newly born;
But a sweeter song has cheered me,
At the evening’s gentle close,
I have seen an eye still brighter,
Than the dew-drops on the rose—
’Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,
And thine artless, winning smile,
That made this world an Eden,
Bonny Mary of Argyle.
Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,And thine eye its brightness too,Though thy step may lose its fleetness,And thy hair its sunny hue,Still to me shalt thou be dearer,Than all the world can own.I have loved thee for thy beauty,But not for that alone,—I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,And its goodness was the wile,That has made thee mine forever,Bonny Mary of Argyle.
Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,
And thine eye its brightness too,
Though thy step may lose its fleetness,
And thy hair its sunny hue,
Still to me shalt thou be dearer,
Than all the world can own.
I have loved thee for thy beauty,
But not for that alone,—
I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,
And its goodness was the wile,
That has made thee mine forever,
Bonny Mary of Argyle.