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Lyrics for:
Seven Drunken Nights

Sheet Music (and more information about this song)

Oh, as I came 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 cannot see,
that's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me."
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
but a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.

And as I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
So, 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 cannot see,
that's a woollen blanket that my mother sent to me."
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
but buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before.

And as I came home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
Well, I called my 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?"
"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
that's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me."
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
but tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

And as I came 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 them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?"
"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
they're two lovely geranium pots my mother sent to me."
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
but laces in geranium pots sure I never saw before.

And as I came 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 my 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 cannot see,
that's a baby boy that my mother sent to me."
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
but a baby boy with whiskers on sure I never saw before.

And as I came home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a thing in her right hand 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 right hand where my old thing should be?"
"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
that's a home grown carrot that my mother sent to me."
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
but hair on a carrot sure I never saw before.

And as I came home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a man who left the house, and it was after three!
So I called my wife, and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,
who was that man who left the house, and it was after three?"
"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see,
That's a tax collector who was sent to service me."
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a tax collector satisfied, sure I never saw before!


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