Fairport Convention Three Drunken Maidens Letras:
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
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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"
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