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Floetry - Seven Drunken Nights lyrics
As I came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
 I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
 So 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, many is a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
 But a sow with a saddle on sure I never seen before
 Now as I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
 I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
 So 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 lovely blanket that me mother sent to me
 Well, many is a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
 But buttons in a blanket sure I never seen 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 the 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,Floetry - Seven Drunken Nights - http://motolyrics.com/floetry/seven-drunken-nights-lyrics.html
 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 seen before
 And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
 I saw two boots beneath the bed where my two boots should be
 Well, I called me 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
 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 seen 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 my mother send to me
 Hey, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
 But a baby boy with wiskers on ive never seen before









