Oh, where is little Maggie ?
Over yonder she stands
Rifle on her shoulder
Six-shooter in her hand.
How can I ever stand it
Just to see them two blue eyes
Shinin` like some diamonds
Like some diamonds in the sky.
Rather be in some lonely hollow
Where the sun don`t ever shine
Than to see you be another man`s darling
And to know that you`ll never be mine.
Well, it`s march me away to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
Yes, march me away to the station
I`m off to some far-distant land.
Sometimes I have a nickel
And sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I have ten dollars
Just to pay for little Maggie`s wine.
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty girls are made for boy`s love
Little Maggie was made for mine.
Well, yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hand
She`s a-drinkin` down her troubles
Over courtin` some other man.
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