I have heard the mavis singing   His love song to the moon   I have seen the dewdrop clinging   To the rose just nearly born   But a sweeter song has cheer'd 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,   Bonie mary of argyle      Tho' thy voice may lose it's sweetness,   Thine eye it's brightness too   Tho' thy step may lack it's fleetness   And thy hair it's 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 it's goodness was the wile   That has made thee mine forever,   Bonnie mary of argyle