I first heard this song sung by an old entertainer to his wife at the Malamute Saloon in Fairbanks, Alaska. It really hit me, and I wished there was another verse. I added as a last 1/2 verse:

So let us stroll by the old rusty mill, Maggie, Remembering the songs that were sung, And let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie, When you and I were young.

....and thats the way I sing it to my lovely wife of thirty years. We both love the song. Peter Stanley