Lyrics of 7 drunken nights

Celtic Thunder

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As i came home
On monday night
As drunk as drunk can be
I saw a horse outside the door
Where my old hose should be

Ah, your drunk your drunk
You silly old fool
And still you can not see
Thats the lovely sow that me mother sent to me
It's many the day
I've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow
Sure i never saw before

As i came home
On tuesday night
As drunk as drunk can be
I saw a coat behind the door
Where my old coat should be

Well i called me wife and says to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns this coat behind the door
Where my old coat should be

Ah your drunk your drunk
You silly old fool
And still you cannot see
That's the lovely blanket
That me mother sent to me
It's many the day i've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But pockets on a blanket
Sure i never saw before

Now as i come home
On wednesday night
As drunk as drunk can be
I saw a pipe upon the chair
Where my old pipe should be

I called me wife and says to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns the pipe upon the chair
Where my old pipe should be

Ah your drunk your drunk
You silly old fool
And still you cannot see
That's the lovely tinwhistle me mother sent to me
Ah many's the day i've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But tabacco in a tinwhistle
I never saw before

And as i came home
On thursday night
As drunk as drunk can be
I saw some boots beneath the bed
Where my old boots should be

I called my wife and says to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed
Where my old boots should be

Ah your drunk your drunk
You silly old fool
And still you cannot see
Those are the lovely geranuim pots
Me mother sent to me
Now many's the day i've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But laces on a geranuim pot
I never saw before

Now as i came home
On friday night
As drunk as drunk can be
I saw a head upon the bed
Where my old head should be

I called my wife and says to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns the head upon the bed
Where my old head should be

Ah your drunk your drunk
You silly old fool
And still u cannot see
Thats the baby boy
That me mother sent to me
No many's the day i've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But whiskers on a baby boy
I never saw before

Now as i came home
On saturday night
As drunk as drunk can be
I saw a man runnin out the door
Just after ten past three

I called my wife and says to her
Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that man runnin out the door
Just after ten past three

Ah your drunk your drunk
You silly old fool
And still you cannot see
Thats the king of england
That mother sent to me
Many the days i've traveled
A hundred miles or more
But an englishman staying up past three
I never saw before

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