Maggie
I wandered today
to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie
As he used to long, long ago
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where
first the daisies sprung
The creaking old mill
is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young.
And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
And
the trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the
days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were
young
.
A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In
Polished white mansions of stone, Maggie
Have each
found a place of rest
Is built where the birds
used to play, Maggie
And join in the songs that
were sung
For we sang as gay as they, Maggie
When you and I were young
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.
They
say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are
less sprightly than then
My face is a well written
page, Maggie
But time alone has the pen,
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie
As sprays by the white breaker flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When
you and I were young.
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