They called her Sweet Maggie since she was a wee babe
The youngest of seven of Big Murdo McCabe
And she looked even sweeter as she reached seventeen
All the boys had a sweet tooth, if you know what I mean
At the parties and dances, well the boys wanted more
She would offer a candy but they wanted the store
And she finally relented one Saturday night
Now that candy store's open for every last bite
She has many a customer comin' back often
And they'll bury Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin
All over St. John's she was the talk of the town
And her business was booming with her knickers half down
Sweet Maggie kept up a remarkable pace
An experienced body with her innocent face
But the jobs dried up and the boys moved out west
And she thought Ft. McMurray would be suiting her best
So she packed her belongings into a large trunk
Ferry, bus; then a train, where she took the top bunk
Had her heels in the air from North Sydney to Dauphin
And they'll bury Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin
As she made her way west through each province and town
And turned her fair share of households upside down
And she paid for her trip with each generous gent
Crossed the Alberta border with a trucker named Brent
And she reached Ft. McMurray on the first of July
Must have heard she was coming; saw the banner hung high
Saying Welcome Sweet Maggie, we've been waiting for you
Missed your fine East coast candy and the candy store, too!
The refinery air had her gaspin' and coughin'
And they'll bury Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin
Finally time caught up with her as it does with us all
Found her head through the headboard sticking half through the wall
And they sent what was left of her home to St. John's
To be buried on the hill beneath a statue of bronze
Needed 3 grave diggers when the earth finally softened
And they buried Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin