THREE DRUNKEN MAIDENS

Three Drunken Maidens

There E were three drunken A mai- E dens
Came from the E Isle of E Wight,
They E drunk from Monday A morn- E ing
Nor stopped till E Saturday E night.
When E Saturday night did come, my boys,
They E wouldn’t tA hen go E out.
E These three drunken A mai- E dens,
They pushed the E jug a- E bout.

 

1. 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, my boys,
They wouldn’t then go out.
These three drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.

2. 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.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. But up comes the landlord,
He’s asking for his pay.
It’ a forty pound bill, my boys
These gals have got to pay.
That’s ten pounds apiece, my boys,
But still they wouldn’t go out.
These four drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.

6. 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

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