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
Shining 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´ll 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-drinking down her troubles
Over courting some other man