Seven Drunken Nights Testo

s I went home on Monday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door
Where my ould horse should be
Well I called my wife and I said to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns the horse outside the door
Where my ould hose should be
Ah you're drunk you're drunk you silly ould fool
Still you cannot see
That's a lovely sow that me 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
As I went home on a Tuesday night,
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door
Where my ould coat should be
Well I called my wife and I said to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns the coat behind the door
Where my ould coat should be
Ah you're drunk you're drunk you silly ould fool
Still you cannot see
That's a woollen blanket
That me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I travelled
A hundered miles or more
But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on a Wednesday night,
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair
Where my ould pipe should be
Well I called my wife and I said to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns the pipe upon the chair
Where my ould pipe should be
Ah you're drunk you're drunk you silly ould fool
Still you cannot see
That's a lovely tin whistle
That me 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
As I went home on a Thursday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed
Where my ould 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 ould boots should be
Ah you're drunk you're drunk you silly ould fool
Still you cannot see
They're two lovely geranium pots
Me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I travelled
A hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots I never saw before
As I went home on a Friday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head inside the bed
Where my ould head should be
Well I called my wife and I said to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns the head inside the bed
Where my ould head should be
Ah you're drunk you're drunk you silly ould fool
Still you cannot see
That's a baby boy
That me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I travelled
A hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on
I never saw before