A different kind of bravery [OPEN!}

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Gentlemen it is me duty
To inform you of one beauty
Though I'd ask of you a favor
Not to seek her for a while
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 movements
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 the evening that I mentioned
I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country
Known for beauty and for style
In the place of noble thinkers
Of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendor
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 movements
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 I needs must leave you
My intentions no' to grieve you
Nor indeed would I deceive you
Oh I'll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her
To court her and attain her
I fear my heart's in danger
From the Queen of all Argyll

A different kind of bravery, it was, to dance like that. To sing like that. A song so free. It mattered not, for the gypsy who danced and sang full force. All who watched, imagined he could very well be the Queen of Argyll. He was male, but none there saw. Or heard. He was a creature beyond sexuality. Dancing without worries, fears or boundaries, he showed the people of Dirge the meaning of freedom.

OOC: The song is Queen of Argyll, only sung in a more feminine voice.