Little Maggie

Traditional


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 blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty girls were made for boys to love
Surely Maggie was made for mine

They march me down to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
I'm going away to leave you my love,
I'm going 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 Little Maggie's fine

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.

The first time I saw Little Maggie
She was standing by the sea
With a forty-four strapped around her shoulder
And a banjo on her knee

Well the last time I saw Little Maggie
She was sitting by the banks of the sea
With a forty-five strapped around her shoulder
And a baby on her knee

Repeat first verse