| I | |
| Now gather round you sailor boys and listen to my plea And when you’ve heard my tale you’ll pity me For I was a real damned fool in the port of Liverpool The first time that I came home from the sea | C C7 F F C C G G7 C C7 F F G7 C |
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| 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. | G7 C C G7 C C7 F F G7 C |
| II | |
| We paid off at the home from the port of Sierra Leone And four pounds ten a month that was my pay With a pocket full of tin I was very soon taken in By a girl with the name of Maggie May. | |
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| III | |
| Oh well I do remember when I first met Maggie May She was cruising up and down old Canning Place She’d a figure so divine like a frigate of the line So me being a sailor I gave chase | |
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| IV | |
| Next morning when I awoke I was flat and stoney broke No jacket trousers waistcoat I could find When I asked her where they were she said – My very dear sir They’re down in Kelly’s knocker number nine | |
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| V | |
| To the pawnshop I did go but no clothes there I did find And 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 | |
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