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,
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you're drunk you silly old fool,
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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 travelled 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,
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you're drunk you silly old fool,
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still you can not see
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That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
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Well, it's many a day I've travelled 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,
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you're drunk you silly old fool,
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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 travelled 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,
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you're drunk you silly old fool,
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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 travelled 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,
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you're drunk you silly old fool,
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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 travelled a hundred miles or more
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But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
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And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
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I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands 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 hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
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Ah, you're drunk,
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you're drunk you silly old fool,
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still you can not see
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That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
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Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
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But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
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As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
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I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing 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 thing in your thing where my old thing should be
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Ah, you're drunk,
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you're drunk you silly old fool,
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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 travelled a hundred miles or more
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But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
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Seven Drunk Nights
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| The Town Pants |
