Three Drunken Maidens

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 frisk and gay

We left them in the alehouse,

We drank them clean away