Steeleye Span - Three Drunken Maidens lyrics

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 woodco*k 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