Three Drunken Maidens
	Traditional. Scheduled for an upcoming release by Darby O'Gill.
	notes: one of the bawdy pub pieces. There are many versions of this song, with several delightful verses. The final verse here is Darby's.
		Three Drunken Maidens G                                   C                  D                              G There were three drunken maidens; they come from the Isle of Wight                                       C                          D                      G They started to drink on a Sunday; they didn’t stop by Saturday night          Am                                             G                                 D When Saturday night did come, me boys, still they wouldn’t get out G                           C                  D                     G These three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about Then up come drunken Sally; her cheeks as red as a bloom Move up, me jolly sisters, and give your Sally some room For I’ll be your equal before that we go out These four drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about They had woodcock and pheasant, partridge and hare All kinds of pleasantries; no scarcity was there They had fourteen casks o’ beer, me boys; still they wouldn’t get out These four drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about Then up come the landlord; he’s lookin’ for his pay That’s a forty pound bill, me boys, these girls are forced to pay That’s ten pounds a-piece, me lads; still they wouldn’t get out These four drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about Where are your feathered hats, your trinkets fair and fine They’ve all been swallowed up in tankards of good wine Then where are your maidenheads, ye maidens brisk and gay We left them in the ale house; we drank them clean away