There were three [bad word] maidens
Came from the Isle of Wight, 
They [bad word] from Monday morning 
Nor stopped till Saturday night. 
When Saturday night [bad word]  me boys, 
They wouldn't then go out. 
These three [bad word] maidens,
 They pushed the jug about.

Then [bad word] bouncing Sally, 
Her cheeks as red as blooms. 
Move up me jolly sisters,
 And give young Sally some room. 
For I will be your equal 
Before the night is out. 
These four [bad word] 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 quarts of beer, me boys,
 They fairly [bad word] them out. 
These four [bad word] maidens, 
They pushed the jug about. 

But [bad word] the landlord, 
He's asking for his pay. 
It' a forty pound bill, me boys 
These gals have got to pay. 
That's ten pounds apiece, me boys, 
But still they wouldn't go out. 
These four [bad word] maidens, 
They pushed the jug about.

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,
 You maidens brisk and [bad word]  
We left them in the alehouse, 
We drank them clean away