: Wake up Maggie I think I've got something to say toyou It's late September And I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused But I feel
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 No, I aint gonna work for Maggie
to pay for little Maggie's wine. 6. Pretty flowers are made for blooming, Pretty stars are made to shine, Pretty girls are made for boy's love, Little Maggie
side Closer now to fifty than to forty Maggie?s never had a love She said she?s never had enough Time to let a man into her life Aw but Maggie has a
singing the blues ever since the world began. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill. Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill. Roll on, roll on, Maggie
Oh it's bloddy Maggie Thatcher And Michael Heseltine [Chorus:] So merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher May God's love be with you We all sing together in one breath Merry Christmas Maggie
: (Dave Guard) [Chorus:] Oh, well, yonder stands little Maggie with a dram glass in her hand. She drinkin' away her troubles, oh, Lord, And foolin'
: Maggie and Milly and Molly and May Went down to the beach (to play one day) And Maggie discovered a shell that sang So sweetly she couldn't remember
: You got some nerve, coming here You got some nerve, coming here You stole it all, give it back You stole it all, give it back Good Morning, Mr. Magpie
ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie
: 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 feel
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