Dubliners Seven Drunken Nights Lyrics

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
buttons 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 breasts 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 breasts 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