Interpret:

Quarrymen, The

Album:

Songs We Remember

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