| 1. Oh, where is little Maggie
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| Over yonder she stands,
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| Rifle on her shoulder,
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| Six-shooter in her hand.
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| 2. How can I ever stand it,
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| Just to see them two blue eyes,
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| Shinin' like some diamonds,
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| Like some diamonds in the sky.
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| 3. Rather be in some lonely hollow
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| Where the sun don’t ever shine,
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| Than to see you be another man’s darling,
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| And to know that you’ll never be mine.
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| 4. Well, it’s march me away to the station
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| With my suitcase in my hand,
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| Yes, march me away to the station,
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| I’m off to some far-distant land.
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| 5. Sometimes I have a nickel,
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| And sometimes I have a dime,
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| Sometimes I have ten dollars,
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| Just to pay for little Maggie’s wine.
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| 6. Pretty flowers are made for blooming,
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| Pretty stars are made to shine,
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| Pretty girls are made for boy’s love,
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| Little Maggie was made for mine.
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| 7. Well, yonder stands little Maggie
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| With a dram glass in her hand,
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| She’s a drinkin' down her troubles
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| Over courtin' some other man. |