seven drunken nights

The name of this song is the seven drunken nights
But were only allowed to sing five of them
So here it goes
Oh, 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, youre drunk, youre drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
Thats a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, its many a day Ive traveled 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, youre drunk, youre drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
Thats a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, its many a day Ive traveled 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, youre drunk, youre drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
Thats a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, its many a day Ive traveled 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, youre drunk, youre drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
Theyre two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, its many a day Ive traveled 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, youre drunk, youre drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
Thats a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, its many a day Ive traveled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure, I never saw before