Well yonder stands Little Maggie
With a drinkin' glass in her hand
She's drinkin' away all her troubles
And she's courtin' some other man
Oh how can I ever stand it
To see the two blue eyes
They shine like the diamonds
The diamonds in the sky
Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty girls were made for boys to love
Surely Maggie was made for mine
They march me down to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
I'm going away to leave you my love,
I'm going to a far distant land
Sometimes I have a nickel
And sometimes I have a dime
Sometimes I have ten dollars, Lord,
Just to pay Little Maggie's fine
The first time I saw Little Maggie
She was standing by the sea
With a forty-four strapped around her shoulder
And a banjo on her knee
Repeat 1
(as sung by Hamish Imlach)