Maggy May
I was laid off at the home from a voyage to Sierra Leone
Two pound Ten and sixpence was my pay
When I drew the tin I grinned but I very soon got skinned
By a girl by the name of Maggy May
Oh Maggy Maggy May they have taken you away
And sent you to Van Diemans cruel shores
For you robbed so many a sailor
And you skinned so many a whaler
And you’ll never shine in Paradise Street no more
Well I sharn’t forget the day that I first met Maggy May
She was cruising up and down the Canning Place
With a figure so divine like a frigate of the line
And me being a sailor gave chase
Next day I woke in bed with a sore and aching head
No shoes no shirt no trousers could I find
When I asked her where they were she said “My Dear Sir
They’re down in Kellys Locker number nine”
Oh Maggy Maggy May they have taken you away
And sent you to Van Diemens cruel shores
For you robbed so many a sailor
And you skinned so many a whaler
And you’ll never shine in Paradise Street no more
Oh you thieving Maggy May you have robbed me of my pay
When I slept last night with you ashore
And the judge he guilty found her of robbing a homeward bounder
And she’ll never shine on Paradise Street no more