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Oh, well, yonder stands little Maggie with a dram glass in her hand. She drinkin' away her troubles, oh, Lord,
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And foolin' another man.
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How could I ever stand it, just to see them two blue eyes. They shine just like the diamonds, like the diamonds in the sky.
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Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'. Pretty stars were made to shine. Pretty girls were made for boys to love.
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Surely Maggie was made for mine.
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Well, they marched me down to the station with my suitcase in my hand. I'm going away for to leave you, my love.
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Goin' to a far distant land.
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Oh, well, sometimes I have a nickel (oh, Lord) and sometimes I have a dime and sometimes I have ten dollars (oh, Lord)
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Just to pay little Maggie's fine.
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LITTLE MAGGIE
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| Dave Guard |
