Pretty Flowers

Over yonder stands little Maggie

With a dram glass in her hands

She's drinking away her troubles

And a courting another man

Pretty flowers were made for blooming

Pretty stars were made to shine

Pretty women were made for loving

Little Maggie was made for mine

Last time a saw little Maggie

She was sitting on the banks of the sea

With a forty-four around her

And a banjo on her knee

Lay down your last gold dollar

Lay down your gold watch and chain

Little Maggie's gonna dance for daddy

Listen to that old banjo ring

Go away, go away, little Maggie

Go and do the best you can

I'll get me another woman

You can get you another man