MY MAGGIE

In a field of dreams

All alone in my reverie

Deep in a daydream

Dreaming of what would be

Dreaming of Maggie …

From across the high sea

Returning to me

On coming of age in far Calais

 

Then came the presage

An ominous message

They had betrothed Maggie

And there she would stay

They had stolen my Rose away

 

Without a forethought

Or my life was over

I mounted my grey mare

Onward I drove her

Overland, I struck South for Dover

No matter what lay in the way

 

For Maggie Rose I had to discover

She was the whole world to me

For life without her, nor could I doubt her

I knew that never could be

No, that never could be

Regardless of weather

Through bracken and heather

All the while I grew bolder

My mind growing bolder and bolder

For Maggie Rose, I swore to recover

For me there was no one other

Then looking on over

Was this course for Dover

Or had I ridden astray?

No milestones showed me the way

 

(brief interlude)

Through fields of Bluebell and clover

My mind in turmoil, rolling over

In a fever, burning over and over

My poor mare plodding slower and slower

Onward, though slower and slower

That’s how it was, the Sun sinking lower

My thoughts growing darker all day

Darker each step of the way

My soul trapped the darkness to stay

Too dark even to pray

 

Then with the dawning

I found the next morning

At last, a sight of the bay

There I was, five miles from Dover

The hard ride almost over

My mare all a lather

I entered the streets of the town

Searching for mast heads

Where the fast ‘Packets’ gather

And at last, put out to sea

To what Fate awaits me

And where it would take me

Sailed on the ebb of the tide

Hoping the cruel sea

Would surely fling me

And roughly bring me all the way

To land by the end of the day

Not knowing what awaits in Calais.

I knew not what lay in Calais.

 

(Instrumental outro)

 

Rodd Sherwin

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