WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE

(by George Washington Jackson and James Austen Butterfield)

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
As we used to, 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 we sung
For we sang as lovely as they, Maggie,
When you and I were young

	And now we are ...

They say that I'm feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then
My face is a well-written page, Maggie,
And time alone was the pen
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie,
As sprays by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young

	And now we are ...

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