(G) There were three drunken (C)mai (G)dens, lived on the (D)Isle of (G)Wight
They drank from Monday (C)morn(G)ing, didn't stop till (D)Saturday (G)night
When (C)Saturday night came round, my boys, the (G)girlies wouldn't go (D)out
(G)These three drunken (C)mai(G)dens kept pushing the (D)jug a(G)bout
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"
"A cracking wee party song from the daddy of all folk-rock bands.
The C/G change in the middle of the first two lines is not fixed – it depends on which version you try to sing."
Transcribed by Jon Herd, April 2003.
*Thanks to Jon Herd for chords and lyrics - Cheers Jon.
