Oh Macky, Macky May, they have taken her away, and she'll never walk down Light Street anymore. Well that dirty, guilty pounder, the rubbing over pounder, you dirty, rubbing over Macky May. Now I was paid on Magdeburg, in the port of Liverpool, well three pounds and a week, that was my pay. With a pocket full of ticks, I was very soon taken in, by a girl with the name of Macky May. Now the first time I saw Macky, she took my breath away, she was cruising off and down in Canning Place. She had a figure so divine, her voice was so refined, well, the inner sailor I could chase. Now in the morning I awoke, on a flat and stony brook, no Jackie Charles' waistcoat did I find. Oh and when I asked her where, she said, by Vegas, sir, there they'll be going, but you'll feel benign. To the pool shop I did go, no clothes there did I find, and the police they took that girl away from me. And the dirty, guilty pounder, the rubbing over pounder, she'll never walk down Light Street anymore. Oh Macky, Macky May, they have taken her away, and she'll never walk down Light Street anymore. Well that dirty, guilty pounder, the rubbing over pounder, you dirty, rotten, no good Macky May.