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Maggie May

[ Roud 5383 ; G.W. Moore]

Tommy Morrissey of Padstow, Cornwall, sang Maggie May on his and Charlie Pitman's Veteran Tapes cassette Pass Around the Grog, published in c. 1987/89. This track was reissued in 2004 on the Veteran anthology CD of folks songs sung in the West Country, Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and All. John Howson commented in the liner notes:

Little Maggie May was written in America in 1869 by G.W. Moore with music by Charles W. Blamphin. It was published in Songs of the Sunny South (1929) which included, folk songs, spirituals, minstrel and Stephen Foster songs. In more recent years this song has became popular in Padstow through the singing of Charlie Bate, to who Tommy credited the song.

Danny Stradling learned Maggie May from Charlie Bate too and sang it on Oak's gig at Benfleet Folk Club, The Hoy and Helmet, Benfleet, Essex, in 1972. This recording made by Keith Summers was included in 2003 on Oak's Musical Traditions anthology Country Songs and Music.

Lyrics

Tommy Morrissey sings Maggie May Oak sing Maggie May

Spring has come, the flowers in bloom,
And the birds sung out their lay.
And by a little murmuring stream
I first met Maggie May.

The spring 'tis here, the flowers in bloom,
The birds ring out their lay.
Down by a little murmuring stream
I first met Maggie May.

Chorus (after each verse):
My little 'witchy Maggy,
Singing all the day;
Oh! How I love her none can tell,
My little Maggie May.

Chorus (after each verse):
My little winchy Maggie,
Singing all the day;
Oh, how I loved her none can tell,
My little Maggie May.

Her hair was gold, her eyes were blue
And shining like the day.
Her heart was ever pure and true,
My little Maggie May.

Her hair is gold, her eyes are blue,
And shining like the day.
Her heart is ever pure and true,
My little Maggie May.

Although her voice is ever still,
'Tis like an angel's lay.
I hear it still where're I go,
The voice of Maggie May.

The years have flown, my eyes are dim,
My hair is scant and grey.
But never will I cease to love
My long lost Maggy May.

The years have flown, my eyes grow dim,
My hair is turning grey,
But never will I cease to love
My long lost Maggie May.