Seven Drunken Nights (In the Style of "The Dubliners") [Karaoke Version]

All 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

When 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 saddle on sow sure I never seen 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

But 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 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 all 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

All it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more

But a baby boy with whiskers on I've never seen before