Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be Well I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be So I called my 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? She said you're drunk You're drunk you silly old fool So drunk you cannot see That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me It's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more A saddle on a sow sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be Well I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be So I called my 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? She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so drunk you cannot see That's a lovely blanket that me mother sent to me Well it's many a day I've travelled 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 Well I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be So I called my 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? She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so still you cannot see That's a lovely 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 whistle sure I never saw before And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be WelI I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be So I called my 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 She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so still you cannot see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me It's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before Well as I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be So I called my wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head with you in the bed where my old head should be? She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so still you cannot see That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me It's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before