There were two drunken maidens
Come from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
No stop till Saturday night
When Saturday night did come me boys
They would not then go out
These two drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about
Then up come handsome Susie
Her cheeks as red as bloom
And give young Susie room
These three drunken maidens,
There's woodcock and pheasant,
there's partridge and hare
There's all sorts of dainties,
There's forty quarts of beer,
they fairly drunk them out
These three drunken maidens,
Then up come the landlord,
these girls have got to pay.
That's 10 apiece, me boys,
but still they wouldn't go out.
These three drunken maidens,
Oh, where are your feathered hats,
your mantles rich and fine?
They've all been swallowed up
in tankards of good wine.
And where are your maidenheads,
your maidens brisk and gay?
We left them in the alehouse,
we drunk them clear away.
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