Seven Drunken Nights

Oh, 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?"
 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 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?"
 Ah, you're drunk
 You're drunk you silly old fool
 Still you can not see
 That's a woollen blanket that me 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 me 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 me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me"
 "Who owns that boots up on 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 me 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 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 baby boy that me 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 sure I never saw before
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