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