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.