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The name of this song is the seven drunken nights |
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But we're only allowed to sing five of them |
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So here it goes |
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Oh, as I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be |
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I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be |
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Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me |
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Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?" |
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Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see |
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That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me |
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Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more |
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But a saddle on a sow sure, I never saw before |
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And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be |
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I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be |
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Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me |
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Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?" |
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Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see |
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That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me |
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Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more |
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But buttons in a blanket sure, I never saw before |
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And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be |
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I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be |
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Well, I called me wife and I said to her,"Will you kindly tell to me |
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Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?" |
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Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see |
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That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me |
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Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more |
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But tobacco in a tin whistle sure, I never saw before |
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And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be |
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I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be |
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Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Will you kindly tell to me |
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Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?" |
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Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see |
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They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me |
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Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more |
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But laces in geranium pots, I never saw before |
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And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be |
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I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be |
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Well, I called me wife and I said to her,"Will you kindly tell to me |
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Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?" |
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Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see |
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That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me |
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Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more |
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But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure, I never saw before |