Concerning love
No, no deep treatises here. For that, you'll have to visit Richard or perhaps read Linny Jane's thoughts on the Zales diamond commercial, both of which made me think. What is the best tribute to love?
My current vote, unsurprisingly, goes to a song. A particular song, Andy Stewart's "Queen of Argyll," which has one of the loveliest tributes to feminine beauty and grace ever written.
Gentlemen it is my duty to inform you of one beauty
Though I'd ask you of a favor, no to seek her for awhile
Though I own she is a creature of character and feature
No words can paint the picture of the Queen of all Argyll
And if you could have seen her there, boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement, and the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden, they bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty of the queen of all Argyll
On that evening that I mention, I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country known for beauty and for style
Bein' a place of noble thinkers, of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendour shone the Queen of all Argyll
And if you could have seen her there, boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement, and the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden, they bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty of the queen of all Argyll
So my lads my needs must leave you, my intention no to grieve you
Nor indeed would I decieve you, oh I'll see you in awhile
I must find some way to gain her, to court her and to tame her I
fear my heart's in danger from the Queen of all Argyll
And if you could have seen her there, boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement, and the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden, they bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty of the queen of all Argyll
High praise indeed. That is one song that no matter how many times I hear it, it just never gets old. (Good thing, considering it is one of Ash and Rowan's standards.)
A diamond might be forever, but the evanescence of a song makes it even more priceless.
My current vote, unsurprisingly, goes to a song. A particular song, Andy Stewart's "Queen of Argyll," which has one of the loveliest tributes to feminine beauty and grace ever written.
Gentlemen it is my duty to inform you of one beauty
Though I'd ask you of a favor, no to seek her for awhile
Though I own she is a creature of character and feature
No words can paint the picture of the Queen of all Argyll
And if you could have seen her there, boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement, and the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden, they bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty of the queen of all Argyll
On that evening that I mention, I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country known for beauty and for style
Bein' a place of noble thinkers, of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendour shone the Queen of all Argyll
And if you could have seen her there, boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement, and the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden, they bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty of the queen of all Argyll
So my lads my needs must leave you, my intention no to grieve you
Nor indeed would I decieve you, oh I'll see you in awhile
I must find some way to gain her, to court her and to tame her I
fear my heart's in danger from the Queen of all Argyll
And if you could have seen her there, boys if you had just been there
The swan was in her movement, and the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden, they bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty of the queen of all Argyll
High praise indeed. That is one song that no matter how many times I hear it, it just never gets old. (Good thing, considering it is one of Ash and Rowan's standards.)
A diamond might be forever, but the evanescence of a song makes it even more priceless.
posted by Anna Clare at 4:04 PM
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