O 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 ruddy fool, in the port of Liverpool
the first time that I came home from sea.
I was paid off at the Home, from the port of Sierra Leone,
Four pound ten a month it was me pay.
With a pocket full of tin, I was very soon took in
By a girl with the name of Maggie May
Oh, Maggie, Maggie May, they have taken her away,
and she'll never walk down Lime Street any more.
Oh, she robbed so many sailors,
and captains of the whalers,
That dirty robbing no-good Maggie May.
Oh well do I 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,
me, being just a sailor, I gave chase,
In the morning I awoke, I was flat & stony broke.
No jacket, waistcoat, trousers could I find,
And when I asked her where; she said," My very good sir,
they're down in Kelly's pawnshop, number 9."
To the pawnshop I did go, but no clothes could I find,
And the police they came and took that girl away,
And the judge he guilty found her,
of robbing a homeward-bounder,
And paid her passage out to Botany Bay.