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I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scenes below,
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
As we used long alone.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
where first of daisies sprung,
the creaking old mill is still, Maggie
since you and i were young.
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 along was the pen.
They say we are aged and gray, Maggie
As spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're are still as you were, 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.