To Mrs. S. L. Atwell
"When You And I Were Young, Maggie" (1866)
Song and Chorus
Words by George W. Johnson
Music by J[ames]. A[ustin]. Butterfield [1837-1891]

Indianiapolis: J. A. Butterfield, 22 West Wash. St.
Chicago: J. A. Butterfield, 37 Crosby Opera House
Boston: Oliver Ditson & Co., 451 Washington St.
[Source: 131/153@Levy; 131/154@Levy; 130/128@Levy; 176/135@Levy]

1. 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.

CHORUS [sung after each VERSE]
And now we are a-ged and gray, Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done;
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.

2. A city so silent and lone, Maggie,
When 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.

3. They say I am feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then,
My face is a well written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are a-ged and gray, 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.