Maggie May

Oh come along all you sailor boys and listen to my plea

And when I am finished you'll agree

I was a goddamned fool in the port of Liverpool

The first time that I came home from sea

We was paid off at The Hove from a port called Sydney Cove

And two pound ten a month was all my pay

Oh I started drinking gin and was neatly taken in

By a little girl they all called Maggie May

Chorus

Oh Maggie, Maggie May they have taken you away

To slave upon that cold Van Diemen shore

Oh you robbed so many sailors and dosed so many whalers

You'll never cruise down Lime Street any more

Twas a damned unlucky day when I first met Maggie May

She was cruising up and down old Canning Place

Oh she had a figure fine as a warship of the line

And me being a sailor I gave chase

In the morning when I woke stiff and sore and stoney broke

No , trousers, coat, or waistcoat could I find

The landlady said 'Sir I can tell you where they are

They'll be down in Stanley's hock-shop number nine'

To the bobby on his beat at the corner of the street

To him I went to him I told my tail

He asked me as if in doubt 'Does your mother know you're out?'

But agreed the lady ought to be in jail

To the hock-shop I did go but no trousers there I spied

So the bobbies came and took the girl away

The jury guilty found her for robbing a homeward bounder

And paid her passage out to Botany Bay