Red Flannel Drawers That Maggie Wore (Song Notes)

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Title(s):  Those Old Red Flannel Drawers that Maggie Wore;

 

A. Those Old Red Flannel Drawers That Maggie Wore

They were wrinkled at the top,
For a nickel they would drop,
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

They were baggy at the knees,
And the crotch was full of cheese,
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

There were maggots in the cheese,
You could hear the bastards wheeze,
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.
 

 


 

B.  The Old Red Flannel Drawers

On the night that Maggie died
She called me to her side
And gave me those good old flannels

They were tattered, they were torn,
'Round the asshole they were worn.
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

When she stooped to fix her shoe
You could see her ring-dang-doo
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

When she stooped to fix her lace
You could see the promised place
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

When she stooped to fix her garter
You could see her red tomato
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

As she walked up Kiber pass
You could see her dirty ass
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

They were cheesy down the front,
From the drippings of her cunt.
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

When she threw them in the sea
They came floating back to me
Those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.
 

  • Field Recording - John Patrick Collection - See Notes.

 


 

C.  Red Flannel Drawers That Maggie Wore

They were drawn in; they were tucked in.
They're the pair that she's been wed in.
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.
 

 


 

D.  Maggie Murphy

Oh the night poor Maggie died,
She called me to her side
And a pair of flannel drawers she gave to me

They were ditched and they were tucked
And you could se where she'd been fucked
The old flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

They were baggy at the knees
And the crutch was full of cheese
Yes, those old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

  • Field Recording - John Meredith / Rob Willis Collection - See Notes.
    • Tape Recording - Various Informants - Disc 1

 


 

E.  The Old Red Flannel Drawers That Maggie Wore

On the night that Maggie died
She drew me to her side
And she handed me her old red flannel drawers

They were tattered they were torn
Round the armhole they were worn
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

That Maggie wore (Maggie wore)
That Maggie wore (Maggie wore)
Oh, the old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

They were stained all down the front
From the drippings of her nose.
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

Oh, we hung them on the line
But the sun refused to shine
On the old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

So we flung them out to sea
But they floated back to me
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

That Maggie wore (Maggie wore)
That Maggie wore (Maggie wore)
Oh, the old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

Oh, we slung them in the sink
Gor Blymey what a stink
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

So we buried them in the ground
And they stunk for miles around
The old red flannel drawers that Maggie wore.

And the daises in the dell
Give of a different smell
'Cause Maggie's drawers are underneath the ground

Oh, Maggie, Maggie May
She wore 'em the other way  [???]
Because she couldn't take it up the front

She hand mand different scabs  [???]
And different kinds of crabs
And no more will she give the clap to me
 

 


 

F.  Willie's Underwear  

On the night that Willie died
He called me to his side
And he gave me his dirty underwear.

They were baggy at the knees
And they smelled like liver cheese
Oh the dirty underwear that Willie wore.

Oh I threw them in the sky
And the birds refused to fly
Oh the dirty underwear that Willie wore.

Oh I threw them in the well
And the rats they ran like....heck
Oh the dirty underwear that Willie wore.

Now Willie's dead and gone
But his underwear live on
And they're hangin' on the line for all to see.

Now remember and remember well
For you can't avoid the smell
Of the underwear that's Willie's memory.

Now Willie's dead and gone
But his underwear live on
And they're hangin' on the line for all to see.

Now remember and remember well
For you can't avoid the smell
Of the underwear that's Willie's memory.
 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 


 

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