When You and I Were Young, Maggie

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Title

When You and I Were Young, Maggie

Subject

Songs and music
Sheet music
Old Age
Love songs
Man-Woman relationship

Description

Lyrics depict singer as an old man singing to his lover, "Maggie", and asking her to remember their life together when they were young. "Dedicated to Mrs. S. L. Atwell". Hand-written list on the back cover.

Creator

Johnson, George W.
Butterfield, J. A

Publisher

Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum

Date

ca. 1866

Contributor

J. A. Butterfield

Format

pdf

Language

eng

Identifier

200200
Illinois Sheet Music Collection
T-Z

Coverage

Chicago

Transcription

Inscribed to Mrs. S. [A.?] Atwell

When You and I were Young, Maggie; SONG AND CHORUS.

WORDS BY GEORGE W. JOHNSON, MUSIC BY J. A. BUTTERFIELD.

Guitar 2 1/2, Piano 3.

Chicago: Published by J A BUTTERFIELD, 37 Crosby Opera House----


When you and I were young, Maggie by J. A. Butterfield.

No song, at the present day, is meeting with such remarkable success, as this captivating song. It is in universal demand. The beautiful sentiments it contains, and the exquisite melody, so finely wedded to the poet's thought, combine to make it one of those rare gems of song which will always retain its freshness. It has reached a sale of 50,000 copies. Song and Chorus. Key of F. Price 30 cents.

"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."

MAGGIE'S ANSWER, A BEAUTIFUL REPLY TO WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE. BY J. A. BUTTERFIELD

Unlike most answers, this comes fully up to the original song in beauty, simplicity and expression, and by many is thought to be its superior. The beautiful sentiment of the words is set to a charming melody, prettily arranged, and commends itself to all who are delighted with a [fine?] home song.

"I know, dearest Ralph, you are aged and gray; Your steps are now feeble and slow; Your once noble form is now bent by the storm All must weather while waiting below. The merry creek's bed, you say, is now dry, And silent the creaking old mill; But 'songs without words' are still sung by the birds, Though the 'green grove' is gone from the hill."

Song and Chorus. Key of B flat. Price 30 cents.

NEW VARIATIONS ON WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE. FOR PIANO. BY A. P. WYMAN.

The author of "Silvery Waves" is so widely known as the most popular writer of the present day in this particular field of composition, that the announcement of this beautiful arrangement of a remarkably successful melody, will be favorably received by all performers who are looking for some instrumental gem of medium difficulty. It is excellent for teaching purposes, and as soon as known will be sought after alike by teachers and pupils. Key of F. Price 60 cents.

For either of the above, enclose amount and you will receive them by return mail, postage paid. Address the publisher, J. A. BUTTERFIELD, 37 Crosby Opera House, Chicago.----

When you and I were Young.

Words by GEO W. JOHNSON. Music by J. A. BUTTERFIELD

Moderato. Ritard.

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.

2. 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.

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 aged 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.----

Chorus.

Soprano. Alto. Tenor. Bass. Piano.

And now we are aged 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.

And now we are aged 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.

Let us sing,

Status

Complete

Percent Completed

100

Weight

20

Original Format

6
36 cm

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