Maggie May

Now gather round you sailor boys, and listen to my plea
And when you’ve heard my tale, pity me
For I was a ready fool in the port of Liverpool
The first time that I come home from sea

I was paid off at the home from the port of Sierra Leone
Four pounds in a month it was me pay
With a pocket full of tin I was very soon took in
By a girl with the name of Maggie May

Oh Maggie, Maggie May they have taken her away
And she’ll never walk down Lime street anymore
For she robbed so many sailors and captains of the whalers
That dirty, robbin’ no good Maggie May

Oh, well do I remember when I first met Maggie May
She was cruising up and down Canning Place
She’d a figure so divine, just like a frigate of the line
And me being just a sailor, I gave chase

In the morning I awoke, I was flat and stoney broke
No jacket, trousers, waistcoat could I find
When I asked her where they were she said “My very good sir,
They’re down in Kelly’s pawnshop number nine”

Oh Maggie, Maggie May they have taken her away
And she’ll never walk down Lime street anymore
For she robbed so many sailors and captains of the whalers
That dirty, robbin’ no good Maggie May

Well, to the pawnshop I did go but no clothes there could I find
The policeman came and took that girl away
The judge he guilty found her, of robbing the homeward–bounder
And paid her passage back to Botany Bay

Oh Maggie, Maggie May they have taken her away
And she’ll never walk down Lime street anymore
For she robbed so many sailors and captains of the whalers
That dirty, robbin’ no good Maggie May

Oh Maggie, Maggie May they have taken her away
And she’ll never walk down Lime street anymore
For she robbed so many sailors and captains of the whalers
That dirty, robbin’ no good Maggie May