| I have heard the mavis singing his love-song to the morn; I have seen the dewdrops 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 dewdrop on the rose; Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary, and thine artless, winning smile, That made this world an Eden, bonny Mary of Argyle. |
