Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home on Monday night

As drunk as drunk could be

I saw a horse outside the door

Where my old horse should be

Well, I called me wife and I said to her

"Will you kindly tell to me"

"Who owns that horse outside the door"

"Where my old horse should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you cannot see

That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more

But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night

As drunk as drunk could be

I saw a coat behind the door

Where my old coat should be

Well, I called me wife and I said to her

"Will you kindly tell to me"

"Who owns that coat behind the door"

"Where my old coat should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you cannot see

That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more

But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night

As drunk as drunk could be

I saw me pipe upon the chair

Where my old pipe should be

Well, I called me wife and I said to her

"Will you kindly tell to me"

"Who owns that pipe upon the chair"

"Where my old pipe should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you cannot see

That's a lovely tin-whistle that me mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more

But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night

As drunk as drunk could be

I saw two boots beneath the bed

Where my old boots should be

Well, I called me wife and I said to her

"Will you kindly tell to me"

"Who owns them boots beneath the bed"

"Where my old boots should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you cannot see

They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more

But laces in geranium pots, I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night

As drunk as drunk could be

I saw a head inside the bed

Where my old head should be

Well, I called me wife and I said to her

"Will you kindly tell to me"

"Who owns that head with you in the bed"

"Where my old head should be?"

Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you cannot see

That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more

But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before

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