With lightsome tread we tript the green,
Maud Adair and I;
But Maud Adair is lying low,
She left poor me three moons ago;
We ne’er shall meet again below,
Maud Adair and I.
Chorus.—My Maud Adair! Sweet Maud Adair!
We’ll meet again up in the sky,
Maud Adair and I.
One year ago, with hand in hand,