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
