Lyrics:

Oh, yonder stands little Maggie
With a dram glass in her hands
She's passing away her troubles
By courting another man

Go march me down to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
I'm gonna wait for the review
I'm going to some foreign Eastern land

Pretty flowers were made for blooming
Pretty stars were made to shine
Pretty girls were made for to love you
Little Maggie was made to be mine

Oh, how can I ever stand it?
Just to see those two blue eyes
And the sweet smile that made me love her
Lord, I wish that I could die

At least she was only flirting
She was only playing her part
It's only a man lot bloodied
Just only a broken heart