Seven Drunken Nights I came home on a Monday night As drunk as drunk could be And I saw a horse tied to the post Where my old horse should be So, I called me wife and I said to her (Hey, Wife!) Would you kindly tell to me Who's horse is that tied to the post Where my old horse should be Well, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool Still you cannot see For that's the beautiful sow That me mother sent to me Well, many's the time I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a sow wearin' a saddle, sure I never saw before I came home on a Tuesday night As drunk as drunk could be And I saw a coat upon the hook Where my old coat should be So, I called me wife and I said to her (Hey, Wife!) Would you kindly tell to me Who's coat is that upon the hook Where my old coat should be Well, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool Still you cannot see For that's the beautiful blanket That me mother sent to me Well, many's the time I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a blanket made with buttons, sure I never saw before I came home on a Wednesday night As drunk as drunk could be And I saw a pipe upon the chair Where my old pipe should be So, I called me wife and I said to her (Hey, Wife!) Would you kindly tell to me Who's pipe is that upon the chair Where my old pipe should be Well, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool Still you cannot see For that's the beautiful tinwhistle That me mother sent to me Well, many's the time I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a tinwhistle full of tobacco, sure I never saw before I came home on a Thursday night As drunk as drunk could be And I saw some boots beneath the bed Where my old boots should be So, I called me wife and I said to her (Hey, Wife!) Would you kindly tell to me Who's boots are those beneath the bed Where my old boots should be Well, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool Still you cannot see For those are the beautiful geranium pots That me mother sent to me Well, many's the time I've travelled a hundred miles or more But geranium pots with laces, sure I never saw before I came home on a Friday night As drunk as drunk could be And I saw some pants upon the bed Where my old pants should be So, I called me wife and I said to her (Hey, Wife!) Would you kindly tell to me Who's pants are those upon the bed Where my old pants should be Well, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool Still you cannot see For that's the beautiful comforter That me mother sent to me Well, many's the time I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a comforter with a zipper fly, sure I never saw before I came home on a Saturday night As drunk as drunk could be And I saw a head inside the bed Where my old head should be So, I called me wife and I said to her (Hey, Wife!) Would you kindly tell to me Who's head is that inside the bed Where my old head should be Well, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool Still you cannot see For that's the beautiful baby boy That me mother sent to me Well, many's the time I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers, sure I never saw before

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