Three Drunken Maidens Lyrics

There were three drunken maidens
Came from the Isle of Wight,
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night.
When Saturday night did come, me boys,
They wouldn't then go out.
These three drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.
Then in comes bouncing Sally,
Her cheeks as red as blooms.
Move up me jolly sisters,
And give young Sally some room.
For I will be your equal
Before the night is out.
These four drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.
There's woodcock and pheasant,
There's partridge and hare.
There's all sorts of dainties,
No scarcity was there.
There's forty quarts of beer, me boys,
They fairly drunk them out.
These four drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.

But up comes the landlord,
He's asking for his pay.
It' a forty pound bill, me boys
These gals have got to pay.
That's ten pounds apiece, me boys,
But still they wouldn't go out.
These four drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.
Oh where are your feathered hats,
Your mantles rich and fine?
They've all been swallowed up,
In tankards of good wine.
And where are your maidenheads,
You maidens brisk and gay?
We left them in the alehouse,
We drank them clean away