Three Drunken Maidens - Fairport Convention

Three Drunken Maidens - Fairport Convention
There were three drunken maidens
Lived on the Isle of Wight
They drank from Monday morning
Didn't stop till Saturday night
When Saturday night came round
My boys the girlies wouldn't go out
These three drunken maidens
Kept pushing the jug about
Then in comes bouncing Sally
With a face as red as a bloom
"Move up my jolly sisters
And give your Sally some room
For I'll be your equal before the night is out"
So now four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about
There was woodcock and pheasant
Partridge and hare
And every kind of pie my boys
No scarcity was there
They'd forty quarts of beer all told
They fairly drunk it up
These four drunken maidens
Who pushed the jug about
Then 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 out
These four drunken maidens
Kept pushing the jug about
Now 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