Little Maggie



Yonder stands Little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hand
She's drinkin' away her troubles, oh lord
And courtin' another man



Marching down to the station
Cash in my hand
Going away for to leave you
Going to some far-off land



Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty girls were made for lovin'
Little Maggie were made to be mine



How can I ever stand it
Just to see them pretty blue eyes
Shining like the diamonds
The diamonds in the sky