Little Maggie

Oh, yonder stands little Maggie With a dram gla*s in her hand She's drinkin' away her troubles She's a-courtin' another man Last time I saw little Maggie She was sittin' on the banks of the sea With a forty-four all around her And a banjo on her knee 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 that ol' 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