Fairport Convention - "Three Drunken Maidens" lyrics
*** Complimentary Three Drunken Maidens Ringtone ***
There were three drunken maidens, lived on the Isle of Wight
They drank from Monday morning, didn't stop till Saturday night
These three drunken maidens kept pushing the jug about
When Saturday night came round, my boys, the girlies wouldn't go out
Then in comes bouncing Sally with a face as red as a bloom
So now four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
"Move up, my jolly sisters, and give your Sally some room
For I'll be your equal before the night is out"
They drank from Monday morning, didn't stop till Saturday night
These three drunken maidens kept pushing the jug about
When Saturday night came round, my boys, the girlies wouldn't go out
Then in comes bouncing Sally with a face as red as a bloom
So now four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about
"Move up, my jolly sisters, and give your Sally some room
For I'll be your equal before the night is out"
And every kind of pie, my boys, no scarcity was there
There was woodcock and pheasant, partridge and hare
They'd forty quarts of beer all told, they fairly drunk it up
These four drunken maidens who pushed the jug about
"I've a bill for forty nicker that you lot have got to pay"
Then in comes the landlord and he's looking for his pay
They hadn't got the money and still they wouldn't go out
These four drunken maidens kept pushing the jug about
"They've all been swallowed up, my boys, in tankards of good wine"
Now where are your feathered hats, your mantles crisp and fine'
"We left them in the public house, we drank them clean awayAnd where are your maidenheads, you maids so brisk and gay'
There was woodcock and pheasant, partridge and hare
They'd forty quarts of beer all told, they fairly drunk it up
These four drunken maidens who pushed the jug about
"I've a bill for forty nicker that you lot have got to pay"
Then in comes the landlord and he's looking for his pay
They hadn't got the money and still they wouldn't go out
These four drunken maidens kept pushing the jug about
"They've all been swallowed up, my boys, in tankards of good wine"
Now where are your feathered hats, your mantles crisp and fine'
"We left them in the public house, we drank them clean awayAnd where are your maidenheads, you maids so brisk and gay'
*** Complimentary Three Drunken Maidens Ringtone ***
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