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There were three drunken maidens Come from the Isle of Wight They drunk from Monday morning Nor stopped till Saturday night When Saturday night would come me boys, They wouldn't then go out And 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 Then I will be your equal Before the night is out And these four 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 There's forty quarts of beer, me boys, They fairly drunk them out rose And these four drunken maidens, They pushed the jug about. Songtexte And up comes the landlord, He's asking for his pay It is a forty pound bill, me boys These gobs 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 feather hats, Your mantles rich and fine They all got swallowed up, me lads, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania