On being imposed on Britain as our Prime Minister in a disgustingly undemocratic establishment stitch up, Teresa May has quickly acquired the nickname Maggie May because some people hope, and others fear she will become a a reincarnation of Maggie Thatcher. We're stuck with her now however, so there's not much we can do except hope things turn out for the best ans celebrate her name with a song. Not the classic Rod Stewart rocker Maggie May, but the folk song that celebrates a legendary Liverpool prostitute.
Even that has two versions of course, the one recorded by John Lennon and Paul McCartney of The Beatles when they were in a folk group, The Quarrymen (John is singing in the video), The Spinners and many others, (get a version of the respectable lyric here) and the one sung in the locker rooms of Rugby and football clubs and on stag or hen night parties. Guess which one is my favourite.
I should explain for younger readers that the drawers referred to are old fashioned underwear secured by a drawstring and popular until the twentieth century when elastic became available cheaply.
Maggie May (The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore)
Oh Maggie Maggie May
they have taken her away
and she'll never walk down Lime Street any more
On the night that Maggie died
she called me to her side
and gave to me her old red flannel drawers
They were full of lice and fleas
and they came down to her knees
The old red flannel drawers than Maggie wore
They were tattered, they were torn,
'Round the arse end they were worn.
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.
We hung them on the line
and the sun refused to shine
on the old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore
So we buried them in the ground
And no grass would grow around
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore
When we threw them in the bin
They rats threw them back again
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.
When we buried them in the ground
no grass would grow around
the old red flannel draws that Maggie wore
When we threw them on a fire
They stunk like burning an old tyre,
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore,
As the smoke rose from the flames,
it brought down a dozen planes,
Oh Maggie's old red knickers won the war.
When we dumped them in a bin
the rats threw them out again
The old red flannel drawer that Maggie wore
So we threw them in the sea
and the crabs all swam away
from the old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore
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