YOUR MOTHER AND I, MAGGIE.
Copyright, MDCCCXCIV, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Walter P. Keen.
One night in the parlor, when mother was away,
Maggie, the only daughter, so lovingly did say:
"Please tell me a story, now there's a fond papa,
So that upon the morrow I'll tell it to mamma."
"Darling," the father answered, "a story I will tell,
And it concerns your mamma And you and I as well.
Years ago a lad and lass were married secretly;
The maiden was your mother dear, the lad, my girl, was me.
"Your mother and I, Maggie, were lovers long ago,
She was my only sweetheart, and I her only beau;
Though ev'ry one told her our marriage she would rue,
You are the child of parents whose love was pure And true.
"Your mother was handsome, and many suitors tried,
Each with his gold and jewels, to win her for his bride;
But wealth couldn't alter the vows she made to me:
'Darling,' she said, 'I'm ready to share my life with thee.'
When we were wed her parents disowned their only child,
Telling her at the parting they'd ne'er be reconciled;
But before they passed away to brighter realms above
They blessed the girl who married me for pure And holy love.- Chorus.