Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Seven Drunken Nights

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 my 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?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled 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 my 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

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before


And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on 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 up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled 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 my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely geranium pots my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled 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 my 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

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you cannot see
That's a baby boy that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw my wife inside the bed and then she said to me....

Another version of this song, with more good-looking singers:


And two more different versions with Saturday and Sunday, considered vulgar:





And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers on a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

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