[1] Over yonder stands little [^b7] Maggie [5]
With a [1] dram glass [5] in her [1] hand
Shes' drinkin' away her [^b7] troubles [5]
And a-[1]-courtin' [5] another [1] man

Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty women were made for lovin'
Little Maggie was made for mine

Last time a saw little Maggie
She was sittin' on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four around her
And a banjo on her knee

Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch and chain
Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy
Listen to that old banjo ring

Go away go away little Maggie
Gonna do the best you can
I'll get me another woman
You can get you another man