Seven Drunken Nights
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should beWell, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho 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 seeThat's a lovely sow that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should beWell, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho 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 seeThat's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should beWell, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho 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 seeThat's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should beWell, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns them 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 seeThey're two lovely Geranium pots my mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a head upon the bed where my old head should beWell, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?
Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a baby boy that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should beWell, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho 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 seeThat's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could beI saw a thing inside her thing where my old thing should beWell, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to meWho owns that thing inside your thing where my old thing should be?
Ah, you're drunk,you're drunk you silly old fool,still you can not seeThat's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to meWell, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or moreBut hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before