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Edited on Tue Sep-16-08 07:34 AM by LeftishBrit
Come gather round you sailor lads, and listen to me plea, And when you've heard me tale you'll pity me. I was a bloody fool in the port of Liverpool, The first time that I came home from sea. We were paid our trip to home, from the port of Sierra Leonne And 3 pounds 10 a week it was me pay. With a pocket full of tin, I was very soon taken in By a girl with the name of Maggie May.
Oh, dirty Maggie May, they have taken her away, And she'll never walk down Lime Street any more. For she robbed so many sailors and captains of the whalers, That dirty robbing no-good Maggie May!
Oh, well how I remember when I first met Maggie May, She was walkin’ up and down old Canon Place, With a figure so Divine—Like a frigate of the line, And me, bein’ just a sailor I gave chase In the morning I awoke, I was flat and stoney broke, No jacket, trousers, waistcoat could I find. When I asked her where they were, She said “My very good sir, They’re down at Kelly’s Pawn Shop number nine.” .
To the Pawn Shop I did go, but no clothes there could I find. Policeman came and he took that gal away. The judge he guilty found her, of robbing a homeward-bounder And paid her passage out to Botany Bay!
Though I somehow doubt that a Liverpool sailor would have been in possesion of $120,000! Republicans seem to be not only bloody fools, but RICH bloody fools!
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