| Gentlemen, it is my duty | 
| To inform you of one beauty | 
| Though I’d ask of you a favour | 
| Oh' to seek her for a while | 
| Though I own she is a creature | 
| Of character and feature | 
| No worse could paint the picture | 
| Of the queen of all Argyll | 
| On the 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 | 
| Was the queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could see 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’d bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the queen of all Argyll | 
| So my lads I need must leave you | 
| My intention’s not to grieve you | 
| Nor indeed would I deceive you | 
| But I’ll see you in a while | 
| I must find a way to gain her | 
| To court her and to tame her | 
| I fear my heart’s in danger | 
| Of the queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could see 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’d bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could see 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’d bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the queen of all Argyll | 
| And if you could see 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’d bow and ask her pardon | 
| For not one could match the beauty | 
| Of the queen of all Argyll |