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