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Oh, yonder stands Little Maggie,
With a dram glass in her hand.
She's drinking away her troubles Lord,
And courting another man.
Pretty flowers were made for blooming,
Pretty stars were made to shine.
Pretty girls were made for boys to love,
Surely Maggie was made for mine.
Oh, how can I ever stand it,
To see them two blue eyes.
They shine just like diamonds Lord,
Like the diamonds in the sky.
Sometimes I have a nickel Lord,
Sometimes I have a dime.
Sometimes I have ten dollars,
Just to pay Little Maggie's fine.
Oh, they marched me down to the station,
With my suitcase in my hand.
I'm going away for to leave you my love,
I'm going to a far distant land.
Origin: Grandmother, Mrs. Liza Brown, Little Rock, Arkansas.
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