Little Maggie

Oh, where is little Maggie
 Over yonder she stands
 Rifle on her shoulder
 Six-shooter in her hand
 How can I ever stand it
 Just to see them two blue eyes
 Shinin' like some diamonds
 Like some diamonds in the sky
 Rather be in some lonely hollow
 Where the sun don't ever shine
 Than to see you be another man's darling
 And to know that you'll never be mine
 Well, it's march me away to the station
 With my suitcase in my hand
 Yes, march me away to the station
 I'm off to some far-distant land
 Sometimes I have a nickel
 And sometimes I have a dime
 Sometimes I have ten dollars
 Just to pay for little Maggie's wine
 Pretty flowers are made for blooming
 Pretty stars are made to shine
 Pretty girls are made for boy's love
 Little Maggie was made for mine
 Well, yonder stands little Maggie
 With a dram glass in her hand
 She's a drinkin' down her troubles
 Over courtin' some other man