I have heard the mavis singing His love song to the moon I have seen the dewdrop clinging To the rose just nearly born But 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, Bonie mary of argyle
Tho' thy voice may lose it's sweetness, Thine eye it's brightness too Tho' thy step may lack it's fleetness And thy hair it's sunny hue Still to me wilt thou be dearer Than all the world shall own I have loved thee for thy beauty, But not for that alone
I have watched thy heart, dear mary And it's goodness was the wile That has made thee mine forever, Bonnie mary of argyle
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