Three Drunken Maidens - Fairport Convention

作词：Traditional

作曲：Traditional

There were three drunken maidens

Lived on the Isle of Wight

They drank from Monday morning

Didn't stop till Saturday night

When Saturday night came round

My boys the girlies wouldn't go out

These three drunken maidens

Kept pushing the jug about

Then in comes bouncing Sally

With a face as red as a bloom

Move up my jolly sisters

And give your Sally some room

For I'll be your equal before the night is out

So now four drunken maidens

They pushed the jug about

There was woodcock and pheasant

Partridge and hare

And every kind of pie my boys

No scarcity was there

They'd forty quarts of beer all told

They fairly drunk it up

These four drunken maidens

Who pushed the jug about

Then in comes the landlord and

He's looking for his pay

I've a bill for forty nicker that

You lot have got to pay

They hadn't got the money and

Still they wouldn't go out

These four drunken maidens

Kept pushing the jug about

Now where are your feathered hats

Your mantles crisp and fine

They've all been swallowed up

My boys in tankards of good wine

And where are your maidenheads

You maids so brisk and gay

We left them in the public house

We drank them clean away