| I have heard the mavis singing
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| His love song to the morn'
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| I have seen the dew drop clinging
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| To the rose just newly born
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| But a sweeter song has jeered me
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| At the evening’s gentle close
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| And I’ve seen an eye still brighter
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| Than the dew drop on the rose
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| 'Twas your voice, my gentle Mary
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| And your artless winning smile
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| That made this world an Eden
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| Bonny Mary of Argyle
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| Though your voice may lose its sweetness
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| And your eye it’s brightness too
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| Though your step may lose its fleetness
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| And your hair it’s sunny hue
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| Still to me will you be dearer
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| Than all the world shall own
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| I have loved you for your beauty
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| But not for that alone
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| I have watched your heart, dear Mary
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| And it’s goodness was the wile
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| That has made you mine forever
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| Bonny Mary of Argyle
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| Still to me will you be dearer
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| Than all the world shall own
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| I have loved you for your beauty
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| But not for that alone
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| I have watched your, deary Mary
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| And it’s goodness was the wile
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| That has made you mine forever
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| Bonny Mary of Argyle |