Oh, where is little Maggie ?Over yonder she standsRifle on her shoulderSix-shooter in her hand.How can I ever stand itJust to see them two blue eyesShinin' like some diamondsLike some diamonds in the sky.Rather be in some lonely hollowWhere the sun don't ever shineThan to see you be another man's darlingAnd to know that you'll never be mine.Well, it's march me away to the stationWith my suitcase in my handYes, march me away to the stationI'm off to some far-distant land.Sometimes I have a nickelAnd sometimes I have a dimeSometimes I have ten dollarsJust to pay for little Maggie's wine.Pretty flowers are made for bloomingPretty stars are made to shinePretty girls are made for boy's loveLittle Maggie was made for mine.Well, yonder stands little MaggieWith a dram glass in her handShe's a-drinkin' down her troublesOver courtin' some other man.
