Oh,
gather round,
ye sailor boys,
and listen to my plea,
And when you've had your tail, pity me.
For I was a loony fool in the port of Liverpool,
The first time that I came home from sea.
I was paid about the home from the port of Sierra Leone,
Four pounds ten a month, it was me paid.
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 had taken her away,
And she never walked the lines today
any more.
Oh, she robbed so many sailors, the captains
of the willows,
That dirty,
rowing old 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 off the line,
Her leaving just a sailor I could chase.
Well,
in the morning I awoke,
her eye was flat and stony 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 Porn Shop Number Nine.
Oh,
Maggie,
Maggie May,
they had taken her away,
And she never walked the lines today any more.
Oh,
she robbed so many sailors,
the captains of the willows,
That dirty,
rowing old Maggie May.
Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra.
Well,
to the Porn Shop I did go,
but no clothes there could I find,
Policemen come when you took that girl away.
Well, the judge, he guilty found her,
Of robbing homeward bound her,
And paid her passage out to Bossidy Bay last time.
Oh, dirty Maggie May, they had taken her away,
And she never walked the lines today any more.
Oh,
she robbed so many sailors,
the captains of the willows,
That dirty, rowing old good Maggie May.