Wake up Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused, but I fell
, yonder stands little Maggie With a dram glass in her hand She's drinkin' away her troubles She's a-courtin' another man Last time I saw little Maggie
makes me scrub the floor Now I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie
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
on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm
, Maggie As we used to, long, long ago The green grove is gone from the hills, Maggie Where first the daisies sprung The creaking old mill is still, Maggie
for bloomin' Pretty stars were made to shine Pretty girls were made for boys to love Surely Maggie was made for mine Oh, well, yonder stands little Maggie
klargemacht Auch wenn Regenwolken weinen, ein Clown der lacht. Oh Maggie - du bist so wunderschon Oh Maggie - mit jedem Tag hab ich dich lieber Oh Maggie
scrub the floor And I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's brother no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie
can But now I got a plan It's a secret plan Meaningless has meaning The only way to be Perfection needs direction Direction follows me But Maggie says
Oh dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away And she never walk down Lime Street anymore Oh the judge he guilty found her For robbing a homeward bounder
Oh Maggie Oh Maggie Oh Maggie I think I've got something to say to you Oh Maggie, oh Maggie I think I've got something to say to you Oh Maggie Oh
Turning numbers low and high The accountant and his wife Hunger for their prize In the slumber of the night Wrap around a sheet of fallen sky Gone from
Oh it's bloody Maggie Thatcher And Michael Heseltine So merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher May God's love be with you We all sing together in one breath Merry Christmas, Maggie
ten in debt So with fifteen singles left over The landlord gets the rent MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU CUNT MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU CUNT MAGGIE, MAGGIE YOU CUNT MAGGIE MAGGIE MAGGIE MAGGIE
Hello my name is Ishmael forget the one about the whale I'll tell you of a broken hearted sailor Maggie took my loyalty I treated her like royalty What
she makes me scrub the floor, I ain't gonna' work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna' work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna' work for Maggie
Drowsy Maggie (Traditional)
