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.
