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 May
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 cruising up and down in Canning Place She had a figure so divine, her voice was so refined Well, being a sailor I gave 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 I did 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 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 May