DUBLINERS - SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS
(trad; arr. Dubliners)
Ariola ANG 10 012

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 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?"

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a lovely sow
That my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled
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
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?"

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a woolen blanket
That my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But buttons on 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 upon the chair
Where my old pipe should be
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"

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a lovely tin-whistle
That my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled
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 beside the bed
Where my old boots should be
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beside the bed
Where my old boots should be"

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
They're two terranian pots
My mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But laces in terranian pots I never saw before

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
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

Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a baby boy
That my mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on
Sure, I never saw before