Oh, dirty Maggie Mae. They have taken her away. And she'll never walk. Down Lime Street any more. . Oh, the judge he guilty found her. Of robbing the homeward bounder.
(1 2 3 4 5 6). . It was late in the morning of November. She was loading up the wagon in the rain. She said she'd be back in the morning. But she never came through here again.
Dirty Robin Maggie Mae,. Did I've taken here the way. And she never walked down lounch beat anymore?. Oh, the Church he quilly pounder,. Robin at home a bound,.