| Lyrics: | Maggie May
Now you jolly sailor lads, come listen to my tale,
I'm sure you will have
cause to pity me,
I was a damned young fool in the port of Liverpool,
When I called there
on my first port home from sea.
cho: Oh Maggie, Maggie May
They have taken her
away
To slave upon Van Dieman's cruel shore.
Oh, you robbed so many whalers, and
dosed so many sailors
But you'll never cruise 'round Peter Street no more.
I
was staying at the Home, from a voyage to Sierre Leone,
And two-pound-ten a month was all my
pay,
As I jingled with my tin, I was easy taken in,
By a little girl up there called
Maggie May.
cho:
Oh. I'll never forget the day when I first met Maggie May,
She
was standing on a corner at Canning Place,
In a full-sized crin-o-line, like a frigate of the
line,
And as she saw I was a sailor I gave chase.
cho:
She gave me a
saucy nod, and I, like a farmer's clod,
Let her take me line abreast in tow,
And under all
plain sail, we ran before the gale
And to the Crow's Nest Tavern we did
go/
cho:
Next morning when I woke, I found that I was broke,
No shoes or
shirt or trousers could I find,
When I asked her where they were, she answers "My dear
sir,
They're down in Lewis' pawnshop number nine."
cho:
So to Lewis' I did go,
but no clothing could I find,
And the policeman took that wicked girl away,
And the judge
he guilty found her, of robbing a homeward-bounder,
And now she's doing time in Botany
Bay.
cho:
She was chained and sent away from Liverpool one day,
The lads
all cheered as she sailed down the bay,
And every sailor lad, he only was too glad
They'd
sent that old whore out to Botany Bay.
cho:
@outlaw @sailor
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