O'Hooley & Tidow version of Three Drunken Maidens - learned from the singing of Maddy Prior
lyrics
There were three drunken maidens
Came from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night
When Saturday night did come me boys
They wouldn't then go out
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
For I will be your equal
Before the night is out
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
These four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about
But up comes the landlord
He's asking for his pay
It' a forty pound bill, me boys
These gals 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 feathered hats
Your mantles rich and fine
They've all been swallowed up m’boys
In tankards of good wine
And where are all your fancy men
Young maidens frisk and gay
We left them in the alehouse
It’s them who’ll have to pay
credits
from Summat's Brewin',
released May 26, 2016
Trad arr: O'Hooley/Tidow
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