Little Maggie

Over yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hands
She’s drinking away her troubles
And courtin' some other man
Oh how can I ever stand it
To see them two blue eyes
A shining in the moonlight
I wish that I could die
Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty girls were made for loving
Little Maggie was made to be mine
I’m going down to the station
With my suitcase in my hands
So I’m going to leave this country
Well I’m going to a far distant land
Go away, go away little Maggie
Go and do that fast you can
I need me another woman
You can get you another man