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| | Maggie May |
 | | I shan't forget the day when I first met Maggie May, She was cruising up and down on Canning Place, With a figure so divine, like a frigate of the line, So, being a sailor, I gave chase. |
 | | Chorus: Oh, Maggie, Maggie May, they've taken you away, They've sent you to Van Diemen's cruel shore, For you robbed so many a sailor, and skinned so many a whaler, And you'll never shine in Paradise Street no more. |
 | | Oh, you thieving Maggie May, you robbed me of my pay, When I slept with you last night ashore, And the judge he guilty found her of robbing a homeward-bounder, And she'll never roam down Paradise Street no more. |
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