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
And these four 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 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