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Oh where is little Maggie?
On yonder hill she stands,
With her rifle crost her bosom
And her dram-glass in her hand

Well the flowers were made for bloomin'
And the sun was made for to shine
Little girls were made for boys to love
Little Maggie was made for wine

Sometimes I got a nickel,
And sometimes I got a dime
Sometimes I've got five dollars
For to pay little Maggie's fine
Oh how can I ever stand it?
Jes' ta see them two blue eyes
They're shinin' like some diamon'
Like some diamon' in the skies

Well there stan's little Maggie
With her dram glass in her han'
She's drinkin' down her troubles
And foolin' some other man

Oh where is little Maggie?
On yonder hill she lies
With her rifle crost her bosom
An' two pennies on her eyes

a version of this may be found in Hootenanny Tonight
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