Maggie and God: Never Alone

Yesterday morn I awoke with a tune published in 1927 bellowing in my brain. Honestly, I don't understand where these things come from! It was, what they called back then, a "novelty" number entitled "I Never See Maggie Alone". Written by Everett Lynton and Harry Tilsley, it tells the story of a frustrated suitor who never seems to find time alone with his girl (the aforementioned Maggie) to pitch a little woo
The lyrics find her father, her mother, her sister and her brother everywhere, from a dimly lit living room to the end of a fishing line to even under the hood of this poor shnooks car!
The song was a big hit with the flapper set and was recorded over the years by folks as diverse as Slim Whitman to Ray Charles. This particular version I found on Youtube features a yodeling Kenny Roberts. It's a little piercing but you get the idea.
And here are the words:
I've got a special problem with my girlfriend Maggie,

Privacy is very hard to get.
I've tried and tried to find some way to get her all alone,
But nothing that I've tried to do has quite succeeded? Yet!

She brings her father, her mother, her sister and her brother.
Oh, I never see Maggie alone.
She brings her uncles and cousins, she's got 'em by the dozens.
I never see Maggie alone.
And if I phone her and say to her "Sweet,
Where shall we meet, supposing that we eat?"
She brings her father, her mother, her sister and her brother
Oh, I never see Maggie alone.

Maggie dear just won't go out alone.
Seems that she must have a chaperone.
When we go out, wherever we are bound,
There is always somebody around.

She brings her father, her mother, her sister and her brother.
Oh, I never see Maggie alone.
One night while we were out walking and she got tired of talking,
She invited me up to her home.
I turned the lights down, 'cause they were too bright.
Oh what a night, when I turned on the light,
There was her father, her mother, her sister and her brother
Oh, I never see Maggie alone.

Maggie dear is very sweet to me,
When she's near I'm happy as can be,
I long to say, "I want you for my own,"
But I never can see her alone.

I bought a roadster, two-seated, I even had it heated,
So that I could see Maggie alone.
While we were driving and kissing, the engine started missing,
And we were a long way from home.
I jumped right out then as fast as I could.
Found what was wrong, for when I raised the hood? (Guess who!)
There was her father, her mother, her sister and her brother
Oh, I never see Maggie alone.
I never see Maggie alone.

From the ridiculous to the sublime, this a.m. I heard a hymn as I staggered into the bathroom but could not remember the title. As I usually do in these circumstances, I wandered around the house for several long minutes humming the song over and over. No words, mind you. Just the tune.
So I ended up doing what I usually do when I can't remember a song.
I asked my wife, who, after a few minutes hesitation said - "Oh God Of Loveliness".

Bingo! and here it is as done by a fabulous choir from St. Teresas Parish from St. Johns Newfoundland.
So my morning "name that tune" went from the ridiculous to the sublime. I must admit I do find the first song rather catchy. Maybe I'll try to learn it.