I have heard the mavis singing,
His love song to the morn,
I have seen the dewdrop clinging,
To the rose just newly born.
But a sweeter song has cheered me,
At the evening'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.

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.