were three drunken maidens
Came down from the Isle of Wight
They started to drink on a Monday
Never stopped till the Saturday night
On Saturday night they came,
but still they wouldn't get out
And them three drunken maidens
Then in came dancing Sally,
Shove over you jolly sisters
and give young Sally some room
And then three drunken maidens,
they pushed the jug up out
They had woodcock and pheasants,
they had partridge and hare
And every sort of dainty,
no shortage there was there
Think forty gallons of beer, me lads,
but still they wouldn't get out
And then three drunken maidens,
they pushed the jug up out
Then in came the landlord,
he was looking for his pay
Forty pounds for beer, me lads,
these girls were asked to pay
They had ten pounds of piece, lads,
but still they wouldn't get out
And them three drunken maidens
they pushed the jugger about
Where are your fancy hats
and your mantles rich and fine?
They've all been swallowed up in ads
with tankards of fine wine
And where are all your fancy men,
young maidens, brisk and gay?
You left them in the alehouse,
and it's there you'll have to pay.
You left them in the alehouse,
and it's there you'll have to pay.
