Three drunken maidens lyrics

Artist  : Fairport convention 
Song : Three drunken maidens
 
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"