Seven Drunken Nights
(Irish folk traditional song Lyrics and chords)

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As I went home on a 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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I called my wife the curse o' my life, 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, and still you canna see.
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That's a lovely sow that my mother had sent to me.
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Well, it's many's 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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As I went home on a 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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I called my 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, and still you canna see.
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That's a lovely blanket that my mother sent to me.
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Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
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but pockets in a blanket, sure, I never saw before.

 
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As I went home on a Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
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I saw a pipe upon the chair,where my old pipe should be.
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I called my wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me?
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Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be?
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 Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, and still you canna see.
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That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother sent to me.
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Well, it's many's 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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As I came home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be.
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I saw two boots below the bed, where my old boots should be.
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I called my wife and I said to her, "will you kindly tell to me?"
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Who owns them boots below the bed, where my old boots should be.
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Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool, and still you canna see.
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That's two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
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Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
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but laces in two flower pots I never saw before.

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As I came home on a 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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I called my 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, and still you canna see.
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That's a baby boy that my mother sent to me.
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Well, it's many's a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
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But a baby boy with whiskers on, I never saw before.