Little Maggie

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.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ah-ah-oh-oh-oh!
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.
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!