The Queen of Argyle

[bnewman]

I have loved, and lived with, more than one knitter.  Here's to all of them.

lyrics by Benjamin Newman

ttto: "The Queen of Argyll" by Andy M. Stewart

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/ Am G / / Am C /[1. G Em :/[2. GEm Am / 

 

Listen, friends, my tale is bitter

In my youth, I loved a knitter

And her stitching was bewitching, fair, and fitting to beguile

Every mitten, cap, and sweater

Made me glad that I had met her

'Til I came to know her better as the Queen of all Argyle

 

For when I opened up the drawer

I saw within it, to my horror

A cacophony of colors, disharmonious and vile

Other socks may come in couples

But not one there had its double

For no one can match the socks knit by the Queen of all Argyle

 

She had bid me fetch her stockings

When I found a sight most shocking

Socks all knit in diamond patches were amassed there in a pile

Not a single patch's color

Was a match for any other

It was then I knew my lover was the Queen of all Argyle!

 

For when I opened up the drawer...

 

When she hung her socks to dry out

I quite nearly plucked my eye out

For the ill-met dye lots glared at me from every rhombic tile

I admit it was a quandary

Blindness, madness, or the laundry?

Such the choice 'twas laid upon me by the Queen of all Argyle

 

For when I opened up the drawer...