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 Send " Three Drunken Maidens" Ringtone to your Cell