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I wandered today to the hill,
Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie
Where we sat in the long, long ago
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The green grove is gone from the
hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young
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And now we are aged and gray,
Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young
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A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansion of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of rest
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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.
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And now we are aged and gray,
Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young
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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
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They say we are aged and gray,
Maggie
As spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young
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And now we are aged and gray,
Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young
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