Little Maggie
Over yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hands
She's drowned in all her troubles
And courting another man
Well how can I even stand
To see her two green eyes
Shining in the moonlight
Like two diamonds in the sky
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty women are made for loving
Little Maggie was made for mine
The last time I saw little Maggie
She was sitting by the sea
Empty bottle down beside her
And a banjo on her knee
I'm going to the station
With a suitcase in my hand
I'm gonna leave this country
For some far-away land
Go away, go away little Maggie
And do the best you can
I'll find me another woman
You can find you some other man
Writer(s): Traditional, Bob Dylan
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