| Song | Little Maggie |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Artist | Barbara Dane |
| Album | Bob Dylan's Greenwich Village: Sounds from the Scene in 1961 |
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| 作词 : Traditional | |
| 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 land | |
| Sometimes | |
| I have a nickel | |
| And sometimes | |
| I have a dime | |
| Sometimes | |
| I have ten dollars | |
| Just to pay for little | |
| Maggie's wine | |
| Pretty flowers are made for blooming | |
| Pretty stars are made to shine | |
| Pretty girls are made for boy's love | |
| Little Maggie was made for mine | |
| Well, yonder stands little | |
| MaggieWith a dram glass in her hand | |
| She's a-drinkin' down her troubles | |
| Over courtin' some other man |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Oh, where is little | |
| Maggie ? Over yonder she stands | |
| Rifle on her shoulder | |
| Sixshooter 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 fardistant land | |
| Sometimes | |
| I have a nickel | |
| And sometimes | |
| I have a dime | |
| Sometimes | |
| I have ten dollars | |
| Just to pay for little | |
| Maggie' s wine | |
| Pretty flowers are made for blooming | |
| Pretty stars are made to shine | |
| Pretty girls are made for boy' s love | |
| Little Maggie was made for mine | |
| Well, yonder stands little | |
| MaggieWith a dram glass in her hand | |
| She' s adrinkin' down her troubles | |
| Over courtin' some other man |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Oh, where is little | |
| Maggie ? Over yonder she stands | |
| Rifle on her shoulder | |
| Sixshooter 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 fardistant land | |
| Sometimes | |
| I have a nickel | |
| And sometimes | |
| I have a dime | |
| Sometimes | |
| I have ten dollars | |
| Just to pay for little | |
| Maggie' s wine | |
| Pretty flowers are made for blooming | |
| Pretty stars are made to shine | |
| Pretty girls are made for boy' s love | |
| Little Maggie was made for mine | |
| Well, yonder stands little | |
| MaggieWith a dram glass in her hand | |
| She' s adrinkin' down her troubles | |
| Over courtin' some other man |