I[G] have heard the mavis [C]singing
His [D7]love song to the [G]morn
I have seen the dew-drop[C] clinging
To the [G]rose just [D7]newly [G]born
But a [Em]sweeter song has[B7] cheer'd me
At the ev'ning's gentle[Em] close
And I've [A7]seen an eye still[D] brighter
Than the [A]dew-drop on the]D] rose
[D7]Twas thy [G]voice, my gentle[C] Mary
And thine [Am]artless, [D]winning [G]smile
That [G]made this world an [C]Eden
Bonnie[G] Mary [D7]of Ar[G]gyll.
Tho' thy voice may lose its sweetness
And thine eye its brightness too
Tho' thy step may lack its fleetness
And thy hair its 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 its goodness was the wile
That has made thee mine forever
Bonnie Mary of Argyll.
I have heard the mavis singing
His love song to the morn
I have seen the dew-drop clinging
To the rose just newly born
But a sweeter song has cheer'd me
At the ev'ning's gentle close
And I've seen an eye still brighter
Than the dew-drop on the rose
'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary
And thine artless, winning smile
That made this world an Eden
Bonnie Mary of Argyll.
