Irish Songs Lyrics With Guitar Chords By Martin Dardis

Seven Drunken Nights lyrics + chords

	As[G] I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be, I[C] saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be, Well I[G] called me wife and said to her,will you[C] kindly tell to me, Who[G] owns that horse outside the door where[D] my old horse should[G] be, Ha[G] your drunk,your drunk you silly old fool,still you cannot see, That's a lovey sow that me[D] mother sent to[G] me, Well[G] its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, But a saddle on a sow I[D] never saw before. [2] 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 said to her will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be, 'Ha your drunk you silly old fool,and still you cannot see, Thats the wollen blanket that me mother sent to me, 'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before. [3] And as I came home on a Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a pipe upon the chair,where my old pipe should be, 'Well I called me wife and said to her would you kindle tell to me, Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be, 'Ha your drunk you silly old fool,and still you cannot see, Thats a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me, 'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before. [4] And as I went home on a 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 said to her will you kindly tell to me, Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be, 'Ha your drunk you sill old fool still you cannot see, Thats two lovely geranium pots me mother gave to me, 'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, But laces on a geranium pot sure I never saw before, [5] And as I went home on a 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 said to her will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be, 'Ha your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see, Thats a baby boy that me mother sent to me, Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, But a baby boy with whiskers sure I never saw before.  [6] As I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be, I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be, Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me, Who owns them hands upon you breasts where my old hands should be, Ah your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see, Thats a lovely night gown me mother sent to me, Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, But fingers on a night gownh I never saw before. [7] As I went home on a Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a thing in her thing where ny old thing should be, Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me, Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be, 'Ah your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see, Thats a lovely tin whistle me mother sent to me, Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more, But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before. Sheet Music-Seven Drunken Nights The Dubliners only wanted to get across the fact that Irish music was still alive, that the music had never died. I England and America they had a folk revival but I Ireland it was there all the time and we didn't need to revive the music. There was a certain amount of fanaticism about it and the music was regarded as sacred. That attitude divorced a lot of young people from being interested in the Irish music, I think The Dubliners helped to take it out of that. We didn't set out to do that, but the fact that we were enjoying playing it so much transferred itself. We proved you don't have to be an academic to enjoy Irish music.  Ronnie Drew -Folk Roots 1993 This is the original version of the song. By John Reilly From Boyle County Roscommon. As I came home on a Monday night as drunk as drunk could be, I say a pony in the stall where my oul' horse should be, Well I called me wife and I said to her, you're very untrue to me, Who owns that pony in the stall where my oul horse should be. You're drunk you fool, you sill old fool, And now you cannot see, Sure that's the suckin pig me mother sent to me, The miles I have travelled, a hundred miles or more, But a saddle on a pig I've never seen before.   As I came home on a Tuesday night, as drunk, as drunk could be, I say a coat behind the door where my oul coat should be, Well I called me wife and I said to her, you're very untrue to me. Who owns that coat behind the door whee my oul coat should be, Ah, your drunk you fool, you silly old fool, And now you cannot see, Sure that's the lovely blanket, me mother gave to me, The miles I have travelled, a hundred miles or more, But sleeves in a blanket I've never seen before. As I came home on a Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be, I say a stick beside the fire, where my oul stick should be, Well I called me wife and I said to her, you're very untrue to me, Who owns that stick beside the fire where my oul stick should be,, You're drunk you fool you silly old fool, And now you cannot see, Sure that's only an oul pot stick me mother gave to me, The miles I have travelled, a hundred miles or more, But a silver mounted pot stick I never seen before. As I came home on a Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a pipe beside the bed where my oul pipe should be, Well I called my wife and I said to her, you're very untrue to me, Who owns that pipe beside the bed where my oul pipe should be, Ah your drunk you fool, you sill old fool, And now you cannot see, Sure that's a small tin whistle that me mother gave to me. The miles I have travelled, a hundred miles or more, But tobacco in a tin whistle I never seen before. As I came home on a Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be, I saw two boots beneath the bed where my oul boots should be, Well I called me wife and I said to her, you're very untrue to me, Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my oul boots should be, Ah your drunk you fool, you silly old fool, And now you cannot see, Sure they're the two geranium pots me mother gave to me, The miles I have travelled, a hundred miles or more, But laces in geranium pots I've never seen before. As I came home on a Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a head upon the bed where my oul head should be, Well I called me wife and I said to her, you're very untrue to me, Who owns that head upon the bed where my oul head should be, Ah you're drunk you fool, you silly old fool, And now you cannot see, Sure that's the baby boy that me mother gave to me. The miles I have travelled, a hundred miles or more, But a baby boy with his whiskers on I've never seen before. As I came home on a Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a shirt beside the bed, where my oul shirt should be, Well I called me wife and I said to her, you're very untrue to me, Who owns that shirt beside the bed where my old shirt should be, Ah you're drunk, you fool you silly old fool, And now you cannot see, Sure they're the heavy bloomers that me mother gave to me, The miles I have travelled, a hundred miles or more, But cuff links on a bloomer's I never say before.