There Were Three Drunken LadiesWhen Saturday night came round the boys, these girls could not go outAnd these three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug aboutThen in comes Bouncing Sally, her cheeks as red as bluesMove over, move over, move over, move over, move overAnd give young Sal some roomYet I will be your equal before the night is outAnd these three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug aboutUp then comes the landlord, he's asking for his payThat's forty pounds a bill, me boys, these girls have got to payThat's ten pounds a piece, me boys, and still they won't go outAnd these three drunken maidens, they pushed the jug aboutThen in comes Bouncing Sally, her cheeks as red as bluesMove over, move over, move over, move over, move over, me boys, and still they won't go outWhere are your feathered hats, your clothes, rich and fineThey've all been swallowed up in bottles of good wineAnd where are your nails, your nails, your nails, your nailsAnd how she made them, how she made them squisk and gayWe left them in the alehouse, we drank them clean awayWe drank them clean awayWe drank them clean away