When You and I Were Young, Maggie

When You and I Were Young, Maggie

Songs and music

Sheet music

Old Age

Love songs

Man-Woman relationship

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".

Johnson, George W.

Butterfield, J. A.

Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum

ca. 1866

J. A. Butterfield

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Illinois Sheet Music Collection

T-Z

Chicago

Inscribed to Mrs. S. E. 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. 15 Opera House.

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 in beauty, simplicity, and expression, and by many is thought to be its superior. The beautiful sentiment of the words is wedded 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 B7. Price 30 cts., mailed free. Address the Publisher, J.A. Butterfield, Drawer 6,184, Chicago, ILLs.----

When you and I were Young.

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

[Moderato. ] 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 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.

Chprus. [Soprano, Alto. Tenor. Bass.]

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,

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