There were three drunken maidens came from the Isle of White,
They drank from Monday morning right through to Saturday night,
When Saturday night came round my boys, they would not then go out,
These three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
2. Then up comes bouncing Sally her cheeks as red as a bloom,
Move up my jolly sisters and give young Sally some room,
For I'll be your equal before that you go out,
These four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
3. There's partridge and pheasant, there's woodcock and hare,
There's all kinds of dainties no scarcity was there,
There's forty quarts of ale my boys and still they wouldn't go out,
These four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
4. Then up comes the landlord he's asking for his pay,
It's a forty pound bill my boys these girls have got to pay,
That's ten pounds apiece my boys yet still they wouldn't go out,
These four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
5. Now where are your feathered caps your mantles rich and fine,
They've all been a-swallowed up in tankards of good wine,
And where are your maidenheads you maidens rich and gay,
We left them in the alehouse we drank them clean away.
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