The version of Maggie that I know (taken from a copy of the Edinburgh Mountaineering Song Book that dates from the '50s) goes:

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She's ma peerie weerie winkle, ma jeely and ma jam,
Ma fairy and canary, ma bonnie wee bit lamb,
She's ma wee bit bunch o' sourocks, ma laughing cockatoo,
And I'm ma Maggie Cockabendie's cock-a-doodle-doo.

Noo, Maggie Cockabendie's the lass that I admire,
Her laughing eyes and ginger hair wad set yer heart on fire.
Oh Maggie taks the biscuit, and Maggie taks the Bun,
I think I'll gie her beardie at the stairhead just for fun.

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Folks say that Maggie has me on the end o' a wee bit twine,
They say that when we're mairrit, she'll mak me toe the line.
But Maggies' no' a lass like that, she's muckle and she's braw,
E'en when she's got the toothache, wi' a flannel on her jaw.

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Oh I think I'll pop the question in a month or twa or three,
And settle down wi' Maggie in a wee hoose by the sea.
It's there we'll sit a-whistling, when the evening sun is low,
And play at bee baw babbities, tae pass the nights awa'.

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