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.