Lyr. Add: LITTLE MAGGIE
Ruby Vass, VA

Oh, yonder stands little Maggie,
With a dram glass in her hand.
She's passin' by her troubles;
Been courtin' another man.

How can I ever stand it,
To see those two blue eyes,
A shinin' like a diamond,
Like a diamond in the sky?

Oh, I start me down to the station
With a suitcase in my hand.
I'm goin' away for to leave you,
I'm goin' to some far distant land.

Sometimes I have a nickel,
Sometimes I have a dime.
Sometimes I have ten dollars,
Just to pay little Maggie's fine.

Pretty stars were made for shinin',
Pretty flowers were made to bloom.
Pretty girls were made for boy's love,
Surely Maggie was made for mine.

I'd rather be in some lonesome holler,
Where the sun could never shine,
Than to know you're another man's darlin',
And no longer a darlin' of mine.

Mostly similar to other versions. The last verse is often a part of "East Virginia."

P. 11, with musical score.

Herbert Shellans, 1968, "Folk Songs of the Blue Ridge Mountains," Oak Publications.