Maggie May

Oh, Maggie, Maggie May,
They have taken her away
and she'll never walk down Lime street anymore.
Well, that judge he guilty found her,
for robbin' a homeward-bounder,
you dirty robbin' no good Maggie Mae.
Now I was paid off at the Pool,
in the port of Liverpool.
Well, three pound ten a week
that was my pay.
With a pocket full of tin
I was very soon taken in,
by a gal with the name of Maggie May.
Now, the first time I saw Maggie
she took my breath away,
she was cruisin' up and down in Canning Plase.
She had a figure so divine
her voice was so refined
well being a sailor I gave a chase.
Now, in the morning I awoke
I was flat and stony broke.
No jacket, trousers, waistcoat did I find.
Oh, and when I asked her "where?"
she said "My very dear sir
they're down in Kelly's pawnshop number nine".
To the pawnshop did I go,
no clothes there did I find
and the police they took that gal away from me.
And the judge he guilty found her
of robbin' a homeward-bounder
She'll never walk down Lime street anymore.
Oh, Maggie, Maggie Mae, they have taken her away
and she'll never walk down Lime street anymore.
Well, that judge he guilty found her,
for robin' a homeward-bounder,
you dirty robbin' no good Maggie May.
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