Over yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hand.
She's passing away her troubles
by courting some other man.
Oh how can I ever stand it
Just to see them two blue eyes,
A-shineing in the moonlight
Like tow diamonds in the skys.
Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine.
Pretty women were made for loving
Little Maggie was made for mine.
Last time I saw little Maggie
She was sitting on the banks of the sea.
With a fourty four at her waist and
a banjoe on her knee.
Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch and chain,
Little maggies going to dance for daddy
Listen to this old banjoe ring.
I'm going down to the station
With my suitcase in my hand.
I'm going away for to leave you,
I'm going to some far distant land.
Go away, go away little Maggie
Go and do the best you can.
I'll get me another woman
You can get another man.