Letra de The Drunken Maidens

There were three drunken maidens
Come from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night
When Saturday night did come, my lads
They wouldn't then go out
Not them three drunken maidens
As they pushed the jug about
Then in comes bouncing Sally
With her cheeks as red as blooms
Move up my jolly sisters
And give young Sally some room
For I will be your equal
Before that I go out
So now four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about
It was woodcock and pheasant
And partridge and hare
And every sort of dainties
No scarcity was there
There was forty quarts of beer, my boys
They fairly drunk it out
And them four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about
And up there come the landlord
Asking for his pay
And a forty pound bill, my lads
Them gals was forced to pay
They had ten pounds apiece, my boys
Ad yet they wouldn't go out
But them 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 brisk and gay?
We left them in the alehouse
For we drank them clean away