Little Maggie

Well yonder stands little Maggie
With a drinkin' glass in her hand
She's drinkin' away all her troubles
And she's courtin' some other man

Oh how can I ever stand it
To see the two blue eyes
They shine like the diamonds
The diamonds in the sky

Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty girls were made for boys to love
Surely Maggie was made for mine

Well they marched me down to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
I'm goin' away to leave you my love
I'm goin' to a far distant land

Sometimes I have a nickel
And sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I have ten dollars, Lord
Just to pay my little Maggie's fine

The first time I saw little Maggie
She was standin' by the sea
With a 44 strapped around her shoulder
And a banjo on her knee

Well yonder stands little Maggie
With a drinkin' glass in her hand
She's drinkin' away all her troubles
And she's courtin' some other man