American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 Maggie Reardon
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 46
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Herding.
Words and Music by John Walsh.
Two lovers sat gazing into each others eyes,
The moon peeped out slyly from the bluest of skies,
Showed a stalwart young blacksmith and a sweet, blushing maid"From childhood we've courted," to his loved one he said;
"I am now twenty-one, and a man, so they say-
Will you be my wife, Maggie; don't say nay."
Maggie Reardon, you are all the world to me;
Our vows of love we whispered beneath the old oak tree;
We were sweethearts, yes, in schooldays: though now we've older grown,
You're still as dear to me, sweet Maggie Reardon.
A year has rolled on since the joy bells did ring,
Which proclaimed that sweet Maggie to church I must bring;
I am happy while toiling in the old blacksmith shop;
My wife, with our baby, at the door oft does stop,
And watch sparks from the anvil fly like ocean spray,
While each tap of the hammer seems to say:- Chorus.