Where is little Maggie
Yonder hill she stands
With a rifle on her shoulder
And a dagger in her hand
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty girls are made for boy's to love
Pretty Maggie was made for mine
Where is little Maggie
Yonder hill she stands
With a rifle on her shoulder
And a dagger in her hand
Take me away to the station
With a suitcase in my hand
Take me away to the station
I'm off for distant land
Where is little Maggie
Yonder hill she stands
With a rifle on her shoulder
And a dagger in her hand
Where is little Maggie
Yonder hill she stands
With a rifle on her shoulder
And a dagger in her hand
Where is little Maggie
Yonder hill she stands
With a rifle on her shoulder
And a dagger in her hand
Where is little Maggie
Yonder hill she stands
nah, nah, nah etc…
