Hmmm... trying to remember what I remember.

There were three drunken maiden came from the Isle of Wight.
They started to drink on Monday and stopped on Saturday night.
When Saturday night it came, me lads, still they wouldn't get out.
Them three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.

In walks bouncin' sally with her cheeks as red as the bloom.
She said, "sit down me darling sisters and get yourselves a brew.
And I will be your equal before the evening's out."
Them three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.

They had roast duck and pheasant there and partridge and pear.
And every kind of dainty, no shortage there was there.
They had ten casks of beer, me lads still they wouldn't get out.
Them three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.

Can't remember next two verses....

Where are your fancy hats, your mantles rich and fine?
They all got swallowed up, me lads in tankards of fine wine.
And where are your maidenheads you young girls bright and gay?
We left them in the alehouse instead of having to pay!