The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #61609   Message #2402233
Posted By: stormalong
31-Jul-08 - 10:36 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Maggie May (from A. L. Lloyd)
Subject: Lyr Add: MAGGIE MAY (A. L. Lloyd)
This is my transcription from Lloyd but I'm not able to check it just at the moment. The square brackets are my own infill. I'm pretty sure the last verse should be the chorus, but I've dropped it and taken a chorus from Hugill.


Now come all you young sailors and listen to me plea
And when you've heard me tale you'll pity me
For I was a goddamn fool in the port of Liverpool
The very first time I came home from sea

[Now] I [was] paid off at the Home from the port of Sierra Leone
Three pound ten a month it was me pay
But I wasted all me tin whilst drinking up the gin
With a little girl whose name was Maggie May

Now well do I remember where I first met Maggie May
She was cruising up and down in Canning Place
She was dressed up mighty fine like a frigate of the line
So being a rampant sailor I gave chase

I kept right on her track, she went on the other tack
But I caught her and I broke her mizzen line
Next morning I awoke with a head more bent than broke
No coat, nor vest, nor trousers could I find

I asked her where they were, she said me good kind sir
They're down at Park Lane pawn shop number nine
Now you've had your cake and bun and it's time for you to run
Or you'll never make the dockside, lad, in time

To the pawn shop I did go, but no trousers could I find
And the police came and took that girl away
And the judge he found her guilty of robbing a homeward bounder
So now she's doing time in Botany Bay

Oh Maggie, Maggie May, they've taken you away
Never more to roam alone down Canning Place
For you robbed too many whalers and you boxed too many sailors
Now you'll never see old Lime Street anymore.