Songs > Three Drunken Maidens

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There were three drunken maidens come from the Isle of White
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They started to drink on Sunday and stopped on Saturday night
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When Saturday came in me boys, still they wouldn't go out
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Them three 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
They had forty jugs of beer me boys, but still they wouldn't go out
And them three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about

And up comes the landlord, he's asking for his pay
It is a forty pound bill, me boys, these girls have got to pay
That's ten pounds apiece, me boys, but still they wouldn't go out
And them three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about.

Oh where are your feather hats, your mantles rich and fine
We left them in the ale house in tankards of good wine
And where are your maidenheads, you maidens frisk and gay
We left them in the alehousee when we were up to pay