There Were Three Drunken Ladies
When Saturday night came round the boys, these girls could not go out
And these three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about
Then in comes Bouncing Sally, her cheeks as red as blues
Move over, move over, move over, move over, move over
And give young Sal some room
Yet I will be your equal before the night is out
And these three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about
Up then comes the landlord, he's asking for his pay
That's forty pounds a bill, me boys, these girls have got to pay
That's ten pounds a piece, me boys, and still they won't go out
And these three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug about
Then in comes Bouncing Sally, her cheeks as red as blues
Move over, move over, move over, move over, move over, me boys, and still they won't go out
Where are your feathered hats, your clothes, rich and fine
They've all been swallowed up in bottles of good wine
And where are your nails, your nails, your nails, your nails

And how she made them, how she made them squisk and gay
We left them in the alehouse, we drank them clean away
We drank them clean away
We drank them clean away