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 in a month it was me paid.
With a pocket full of tin I was very soon
taken 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 wheelers,
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,
a living, just a sailor I could chase.
Well,
in the morning I awoke,
I was flat and stony broke,
no jacket,
trousers,
waistcoat could I find.
Well,
I asked her where they were,
she said,
my very good sir,
they're down in Kelly's
Pawn Shop number nine.
Oh,
Maggie,
Maggie May,
they had taken her away and she'll never
walk the lines today any more.
Oh,
she robbed so many sailors,
the captains of the wheelers,
that dirty, rowing old Maggie May.
Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra.
Well,
to the pawn shop I did go,
but no clothes there could I find,
policeman come and he took that girl away.
Well, the judge, he guilty found her,
a robbing home would bound her and paid her
passage out to Boston East Bay last time.
Oh,
dirty Maggie May,
they had taken her away and she'll
never walk the lines today any more.
Oh,
she robbed so many sailors,
the captains of the wheelers,
that dirty,
rowing old good Maggie May.