Little Maggie

Oh yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hands
She's drinking away her sorrows
And courting some other man

Well, last time I saw little Maggie
She was sitting on the banks upstream
A forty-four around her
And a banjo on her knee

Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty women were made for loving
Little Maggie was made for mine

Well, lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch and chain
Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy
And listen to that old banjo ring

Go away, go away, little Maggie
Go and do the best you can
I can get me another woman
Who can get you another man