Drunken Maidens



There were three drunken maidens

Come from the Isle of Wight

They drunk from Monday morning

Nor stopped till Saturday night

When Saturday night would come me boys,

They wouldn't then go out

And 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

Then I will be your equal

Before the night is out

And 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

And these four drunken maidens,

They pushed the jug about.



And up comes the landlord,

He's asking for his pay

It is a forty pound bill, me boys

These gobs 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 feather hats,

Your mantles rich and fine

They all got swallowed up, me lads,

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



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