Oh, Maggie, Maggie May
They've taken you away
And she'll never walk down Lime Street anymore
And that judge he guilty found her
Of robbing a homeward-bounder
You dirty robbin' no good Maggie Mae

Now I was paid off at the fall
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 girl 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 Cannon 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 stoney broke
No jacket, trousers, waistcoat did I find
Oh and when I asked her where
She said my very good 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 girl from me away,
And the judge he guilty found her,
Of robbing the homeward-bounder,
She'll never walk down Lime Street anymore.

Oh, Maggie, Maggie May
They've taken you away
And she'll never walk down Lime Street anymore
And that judge he guilty found her
Of robbing a homeward-bounder
You dirty robbin' no good Maggie Mae

