Little Maggie

Oh, yonder stands little Maggie

With a dram glass in her hand

She's drinking away her troubles

She's a courtin' another man

Sometimes I have a nickel

Sometimes I have a dime

Sometimes I have ten dollars

I'm a gonna pay little Maggie's fine

Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'

Pretty stars were made to shine

Pretty women were made for lovin'

Little Maggie was made for mine

Lay down your last gold dollar

Lay down your gold watch and chain

Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy

Listen to this 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