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My mom was an interesting character who married young, raised a great slew of kids and contributed a great deal to her community. Kate and I wrote this song for her 70th birthday and I thought I'd share it here. There are 15 verses (sic!), we learned later in life to be brief. We sang it again at her wake.
1. Praise Maggie who has scrimped and saved.
Praise her to all of us she gave.
She gave us love, she gave us hope,
She reminded us to use the soap.
2. A temperance daughter she was born,
The United Church it was forlorn.
She married into Anglicans,
But stayed tee-total to the end.
3. Oh Maggie who was married young.
She bore a daughter and some sons.
She cared for kids, cows, chickens too,
And made sure Maurice got his due.
4. It's really tough when your man is ill,
To carry on requires some will,
They said he'd die a long slow death,
And they were right, he's with us yet.
5. Oh Maggie was a cook so fair,
She made meals out of thin air.
Bread pudding and mock apple pie,
We ate it but we wondered why.
6. Well Christmas was a busy time,
With presents, plays to organize.
To make the bird at three she rose,
And she always had the Pope's nose.
(and neck too!)
7. Oh Maggie said the trains won't run
Forever, we must have some fun.
So off we went to Toronto
Good thing we did 'cause ain't it so?
8. Well time had passed she learned to drive,
With husband Maurice at her side.
With yells and screams he taught her how,
But she got her licence any how!
9. When needed by the church and school,
To give to others was the rule.
She was Old Wolf and let the cubs,
She played their games and said the "dubs".
dub-dub-dub
10. To raise kids was a might chore,
She cooked and cleaned and even more.
Chased Paul around the village fair,
She caught him by his long blond hair.
11. She put her pen to local news
Newspapers and historical muse.
Her publication list is long,
To tell us all what has gone on.
12.Well, Maggie said that rum's not fitting.
Except for making Christmas pudding.
And others thought they same thing too,
We had dessert and then were stewed.
13.Oh Maggie never drove a truck,
But the telephone she could not duck.
The phone would ring, a load was due,
"It's on the way, I promise you!"
14.Oh Maggie hear the duty call,
She put her name up on the wall.
As councillor she was cheered loud,
But Walter's Falls remained unplowed.
15.Praise Maggie from who all blessings flow,
Praise her because her children know,
All that she's dared, all that she's done,
We thank her now and return her love.
Ah women!
My mom was an interesting character who married young, raised a great slew of kids and contributed a great deal to her community. Kate and I wrote this song for her 70th birthday and I thought I'd share it here. There are 15 verses (sic!), we learned later in life to be brief. We sang it again at her wake.
Praise Maggie
(to the tune "Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow")1. Praise Maggie who has scrimped and saved.
Praise her to all of us she gave.
She gave us love, she gave us hope,
She reminded us to use the soap.
2. A temperance daughter she was born,
The United Church it was forlorn.
She married into Anglicans,
But stayed tee-total to the end.
3. Oh Maggie who was married young.
She bore a daughter and some sons.
She cared for kids, cows, chickens too,
And made sure Maurice got his due.
4. It's really tough when your man is ill,
To carry on requires some will,
They said he'd die a long slow death,
And they were right, he's with us yet.
5. Oh Maggie was a cook so fair,
She made meals out of thin air.
Bread pudding and mock apple pie,
We ate it but we wondered why.
6. Well Christmas was a busy time,
With presents, plays to organize.
To make the bird at three she rose,
And she always had the Pope's nose.
(and neck too!)
7. Oh Maggie said the trains won't run
Forever, we must have some fun.
So off we went to Toronto
Good thing we did 'cause ain't it so?
8. Well time had passed she learned to drive,
With husband Maurice at her side.
With yells and screams he taught her how,
But she got her licence any how!
9. When needed by the church and school,
To give to others was the rule.
She was Old Wolf and let the cubs,
She played their games and said the "dubs".
dub-dub-dub
10. To raise kids was a might chore,
She cooked and cleaned and even more.
Chased Paul around the village fair,
She caught him by his long blond hair.
11. She put her pen to local news
Newspapers and historical muse.
Her publication list is long,
To tell us all what has gone on.
12.Well, Maggie said that rum's not fitting.
Except for making Christmas pudding.
And others thought they same thing too,
We had dessert and then were stewed.
13.Oh Maggie never drove a truck,
But the telephone she could not duck.
The phone would ring, a load was due,
"It's on the way, I promise you!"
14.Oh Maggie hear the duty call,
She put her name up on the wall.
As councillor she was cheered loud,
But Walter's Falls remained unplowed.
15.Praise Maggie from who all blessings flow,
Praise her because her children know,
All that she's dared, all that she's done,
We thank her now and return her love.
Ah women!
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