1) Lyrics:
On a moonlight night,
When the stars shone bright,
And ev'rything was still,
Sat a little boy
And a maiden coy
On a bench be side a mill.
Now this little queen,
She was just sixteen,
And the boy's age was the same;
You would seldom meet
A girl more sweet,
And I'll tell you her name:
chorus:
She is Pretty Maggie Mooney,
She's the girl for me;
I call on her each evening,
Just to keep her company.
You all may have your sweethearts,
And girls of high degree,
But none can equal my own Maggie Mooney.
Ev'ry morning she
Goes to work with me,
I meet her at her door;
Then she'll wait for me
At the mill, you see,
When her daily task is o'er;
Then it's home we'll trot
To her little cot,
In a quiet, shady lane.
I have often said,
“When we get wed
She'll never work again!”
