Little Maggie

Oh, yonder stands little Maggie With a dram glass in her hands She's drinking away her troubles She's a-courting another man Sometimes I have a nickel Sometimes I have a dime Sometimes I have ten dollars I'ma gonna pay little Maggie bond Pretty flowers were meant for blooming Pretty stars were made to shine Pretty women were made for loving Little Maggie was made for me Lay down your last gold dollar Lay down your gold watch and chain Little Maggie's gonna dance for Daddy Listen to that old banjo ring Go away, go away, little Maggie Go and do the best you can I'll get me another woman You can get you another man