Maggie by my side

The land of my home is flitting,

Flitting from my view;

A gale in the sails is sitting,

Toils the merry crew.

Here let my home be,

On the waters wide:

I roam with a proud heart,

Maggie's by my side;

My own love, Maggie dear,

Sitting by my side,

Maggie dear, my own love,

Sitting by my side.

The wind howling o'er the billow

From the distant lea,

The storm raging 'round my pillow

Brings no care to me.

Roll on ye dark waves,

O'er the troubled tide;

I heed not your anger,

Maggie's by my side;

My own love, Maggie dear,

Sitting by my side;

Maggie dear, my own love,

Sitting by my side.

Storms can appal me never

While her brow is clear:

Fair weather lingers ever

Where her smiles appear.

When sorrow's breakers

'Round my heart shall hide:

Still may I find her

Sitting by my side.

My own love, Maggie dear,

Sitting by my side;

Maggie dear, my own love,

Sitting by my side.