Fairport Convention - Three Drunken Maidens Lyrics
There were three drunken maidens, lived on the Isle of WightThey drank from Monday morning, didn't stop till Saturday nightWhen Saturday night came round, my boys, the girlies wouldn't go outThese three drunken maidens kept pushing the jug aboutThen in comes bouncing Sally with a face as red as a bloom"Move up, my jolly sisters, and give your Sally some roomFor I'll be your equal before the night is out"So now four drunken maidens they pushed the jug aboutThere was wood***** and pheasant, partridge and hareAnd every kind of pie, my boys, no scarcity was thereThey'd forty quarts of beer all told, they fairly drunk it upThese four drunken maidens who pushed the jug aboutThen in comes the landlord and he's looking for his pay"I've a bill for forty nicker that you lot have got to pay"They hadn't got the money and still they wouldn't go outThese four drunken maidens kept pushing the jug aboutNow where are your feathered hats, your mantles crisp and fine?"They've all been swallowed up, my boys, in tankards of good wine"And where are your maidenheads, you maids so brisk and gay?"We left them in the public house, we drank them clean away
