Well, understand little Maggie With the in her hair. She's drinking away her troubles, I mean kind of some other man. Oh, how can I ever stand it To see in clear blue eyes A shining moonlight Like two in the sky. Pretty flowers were made for blooming, Pretty stars were made to shine, Pretty women were made for loving, Little Maggie was made for mine. The last time I saw little Maggie She was sitting on the bend feet. Well the all around her, In a on her knee. Go away, go away, little Maggie, Go away, do the best you can, And give me another woman, You can give you another man.