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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