Misc Traditional – Seven Drunken Nights (Ukulele)

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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 my 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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"Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,

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That's the lovely sow that my mother had given to me."

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Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,

      F           C          G7          C
but a sattle on a sow sure I never saw before.

   C
As I went home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,

  F            C                    G7
I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be.

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Well, 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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"Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,

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That's the woollen blanket that my mother had given to me."

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Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,

    F            C              G7          C
But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before.

   C
As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,

  F            C                   G7
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be.

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Well, 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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"Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,

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That's a lovely tin whistle that my mother had given to me."

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Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,

      F              C              G7          C
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

   C
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 my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,

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Who owns the boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?"

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"Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,

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That's the geranium pots that my mother had given to me."

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Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,

    F          C                   G7          C
But laces in a geranium pot sure I never saw before.

   C
As I went home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be,

  F            C                 G7
I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be.

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Well, 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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"Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,

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That's a lovely baby-boy that my mother had given to me."

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Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,

      F            C               G7          C
But a baby and his whiskers sure I never saw before.

   C
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 two hands should be.

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Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,

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Who owns those hands upon your breasts where my two hands should be?"

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"Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,

         F          C                  G7                  C
That's a lovely new night-gown that my mother had given to me."

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Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,

    F            C                 G7          C
But fingers in a night-gown sure I never saw before.

   C
As I went home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be,

  F              C                G7
I saw a thing in her thing, where my old thing should be.

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Well, I called my wife and I said to her: "Will you kindly tell to me,

                       C                G7                  C
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be?"

         C                                               F      C
"Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,

            F          C               G7                  C
That's that lovely tin whistle that my mother had given to me."

           C                         F                 C
Well, it's many a day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,

    F             C              G7          C
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before.