Lyrics

There were three drunken maidens Come from the Isle of Wight They drunk from Monday morning Nor stopped till Saturday night When Saturday night did come, my lads They wouldn't then go out Not them three drunken maidens As they pushed the jug about Then in comes bouncing Sally With her cheeks as red as blooms Move up my jolly sisters And give young Sally some room For I will be your equal Before that I go out So now four drunken maidens They pushed the jug about It was woodcock and pheasant And partridge and hare And every sort of dainties No scarcity was there There was forty quarts of beer, my boys They fairly drunk it out And them four drunken maidens They pushed the jug about And up there come the landlord Asking for his pay And a forty pound bill, my lads Them gals was forced to pay They had ten pounds apiece, my boys Ad yet they wouldn't go out But them 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 For we drank them clean away