Oh, where is little Maggie Over yonder she stands, Rifle on her shoulder, Six-shooter in her hand. How can I ever stand it, Just to see them two blue eyes, Shinin' like some diamonds, Like some diamonds in the sky. Rather be in some lonely hollow Where the sun don't ever shine, Than to see you be another man's darling, And to know that you'll never be mine. Well, it's march me away to the station With my suitcase in my hand, Yes, march me away to the station, I'm off to some far-distant lan (azchords.com)
