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Oh, yonder stands, Little Maggie,
With her dram glass, in her hand.
She's a-drinkin' away, her troubles,
She's a-courtin', another man.
Lord, how can I ever stand it,
For to see them pretty blue eyes?
A-spidin' at another,
Like two diamonds in the midnight sky.
Come and go with me to the station.
Got my suitcase in my hand.
I'm goin' away Little Maggie.
Lord, I'm goin' to some far and distant land.
Oh, yonder stands, Little Maggie,
With her dram glass, in her hand.
She's a-drinkin' away, her troubles,
She's a-courtin' another man.
Go away, go away Little Maggie
Go and do the best you can
I'll get me another woman
You can get you another man
Oh, yonder stands, Little Maggie,
With her dram glass, in her hand.
She's a-drinkin' away, her troubles,
She's a-courtin' another man.