To Maggie (original poem: John Murray - adapted Paul O’Brien)

 

A cloud hung o’er your brow, Maggie,

That day you went away;

But though we’ve parted now, Maggie,

We’ll meet another day;

When gowans deck the lea, Maggie,

And daisies deck the plain,

Your cheery face we’ll see, Maggie,

When the roses bloom again.

 

Your holiday is past, Maggie,

And duty calls you home,

For time is fleeting fast, Maggie,

The dark days soon will come;

Stern winter’s icy blast, Maggie,

Shall drive the snow and sleet,

Both cot and Mansion past, Maggie,

And chill our hands and feet.

 

Though troubles us assail, Maggie,

We will keep up our heart,

In duty we won’t fail, Maggie,

And always do our part,

The goal’s within our reach, Maggie,

The goal we strive to win,

Let’s practice what we preach, Maggie,

And walk the straight path in.

 

When we reach our journey’s end, Maggie,

And lay our burden past,

On Him we can depend, Maggie,

Who loves us till the last;

He’ll wipe the tear-dimmed eye, Maggie,

And cheer us with His smile,

Even when we say good-bye, Maggie,

‘Tis only for a while.

 

When gowans deck the lea, Maggie,

And daisies deck the plain,

Your cheery face we’ll see, Maggie,

When the roses bloom again.