Then up jumps bouncin' Sally,
Her cheeks as red as blooms
Move up me jolly sisters.
and give young Sally some room
For I'll be your equal,
Before then we go out
And these four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about.

There's woodcock and pheasant,
There's partridge and hare,
There's all sorts of dainties,
No scarcity was there.
There's forty quads of beer, me boys,
They barely drunk them out
And these four drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about.

Then up comes the landlord,
He's askin' for his pay
It's a forty pound bill, me boys,
These girls supposed to pay.
That's a ten pound a-piece, me boys,
but still they wouldn't go out,
And these four drunken maidens,
They pushed the jug about.

So 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 maiden heads,
You maidens brisk and gay?
we've left them in the ale-house,
We drank them clean away.

Traditional: Arrangement by Gail Rundlett