Seven Drunken Nights - Patsy Watchorn

Written by：Trad/Campbell

I saw her 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 the wife and I said to her

Will you kindly tell to me

Who owns the horse outside the door

Where my old hose should be

Ah you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool

Still you can not see

I That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me

Well manys the day I traveled

A hundred miles or more

But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

I saw her went home on a Tuesday night

As drunk as drunk could be

I saw a coat behind the door

Where my old coat should be

But I called the 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 lovely blanket

That me mother sent to me

Well it's many the day I traveled

A hundred 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 old pipe should be

I called me wife and I said to her

Will you kindly tell to me

Who owns the pipe upon 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 manys the day I traveled

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 old boots should be

Well I called the wife and I said to her

Will you kindly tell to me

Who owns those 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

That's some lovely geranium pots

Me mother sent to me

Well it's many a day I traveled

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 old head should be

Well I called the wife and I said to her

Will you kindly tell to me

Who owns that head with in the bed

Where my old head should be

Ah you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool

Still you can not see

I That's a baby boy

That me mother sent to me

Well it's many a day I traveled

A hundred miles or more

But a baby boy with whiskers on

I never saw before