The Dubliners The Dubliners - Seven Drunken Nights Lyrics
            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 b___ons 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 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 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 upon 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 upon the bed where my old head 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
        
            And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
            I saw two hands upon her b______ where my old hands should be
            Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
            Who owns them hands upon your b______ 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 me mother sent to me
            Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
            But fingers in 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 me 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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