Oh Maggie, do you mind the day <br /> We went to school together, <br />And as we stoppit by the way <br /> I rolled you in the heather? <br />My! but you were the bonny lass <br /> And we were awfu' late for class. <br /> <br />Your locks are now as white as snow, <br /> And you are ripe and wrinkled, <br />A grandmother ten times or so, <br /> Yet how your blue eyes twinkled <br />At me above your spectacles, <br /> Recalling naughty neck-tickles! <br /> <br />It must be fifty years today <br /> I left you for the Yukon; <br />You haven't changed - your just as gay <br /> And just as sweet to look on. <br />But can you see in this old fool <br /> The lad who made you late for school? <br /> <br />Oh Maggie, ask me in to tea <br /> And we can talk things over, <br />And contemplate the nuptial state, <br /> For I am still your lover: <br />And though the bell be slow to chime <br /> We'll no be grudgin' o' the time<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-sweethearts/
