Maggie Moore

Oh this is the tale of Maggie Moore (yoho yoho)

Oh this is the tale of Maggie Moore (yoho yoho)

Oh this is the tale of Maggie Moore: born a virgin but died a whore.

Get in, get out, stop fucking about (yoho yoho yoho)

I put my hand upon her toe...

...She said “wee man, you’re awfully low.”

I put my hand upon her knee...

...She said “wee man, you’re tickling me.”

I put my hand upon her thigh...

...She said “wee man, you’re awfully shy.”

I put my hand upon her crack...

...She said “wee man, you’ve got the knack.”

I put my hand upon her breast...

...She said “wee man, you’re one of the best.”

And now she’s down in London town...

...She’s spreading her legs for half a crown.

But now we get to the tragic bit...

...She caught the pox and died of it.

And standing at the gates of Hell...

...She fucked the devil and his wife as well.