In Aigburth you must know, a little time ago
There lived a Mr Maybrick and his wife
They were very well-to-do and I think ‘twixt me and you
He thought as much of her as of his life

But December and May can ne’er agree they say
And to the fact hangs my little tale
For Maybrick has been poisoned and the charming Mrs M
Is a well-attended guest in Walton Gaol

Oh Naughty Mrs Maybrick, what have you been and done
Your goings on are bad I must confess
To get mashed on Mr Brierley, you know was very wrong
And get yourself in such a bloomin’ mess

‘Twas about eight years ago since the pair first met you know
On board a steamer from Americay
She was tumbling down the stairs when he caught her unawares
Fell in love with her and soon she named the day

They lived like turtle doves, called each other ducks and loves
And soon increased their family
The most comfortable pair to be met with anywhere
Till her flighty ways aroused his jealousy

Oh Naughty Mrs Maybrick, what have you been and done
Your goings on are bad I must confess
To get mashed on Mr Brierley, you know was very wrong
And get yourself in such a bloomin’ mess

Mr M was fond of spirit and like every sportsman ought
He went to see the National we are told
Mrs M was there as well – promenading with a swell –
A Mr B – her hubby was too old

She had told a lady fair, when her husband wasn’t there
That she hated him and meant to make it warm
For him some future day if she has too much to say
To her about her little goings on

Oh Naughty Mrs Maybrick, what have you been and done
Your goings on are bad I must confess
To get mashed on Mr Brierley, you know was very wrong
And get yourself in such a bloomin’ mess

She cajoled and petted him, behind his back would grin
While she’d stuff the poor old chap with lots of lies
All the time she’s writing letters to her secret Mr B
Inventing curious ways of catching flies

Well Maybrick now is gone, and his widow all forlorn
But about the case there’s been a jolly row
Florrie dear is in retirement in a place called Walton Gaol
Where her master doesn’t often see her now

Oh Naughty Mrs Maybrick, what have you been and done
Your goings on are bad I must confess
To get mashed on Mr Brierley, you know was very wrong
And get yourself in such a bloomin’ mess