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As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: âWill you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?â
Ah, youâre drunk,
Youâre drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
Thatâs a lovely sow that me mother sent to me.
Itâs many a day Iâve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.
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
So I called me wife and I said to her: âWill you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?â
Ah, youâre drunk,
Youâre drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
Thatâs a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me.
Itâs many a day Iâve travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
So I called his wife and I said to her: âWill you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?â
Ah, youâre drunk,
Youâre drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
Thatâs a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me.
Itâs many a day Iâve travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.
And as I came home on a Thursday? â¦Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I-I-I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I says to her: âWill you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?â
Ah, youâre drunk,
Youâre drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
Theyâre two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me.
Well, itâs many a day Iâve travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots I never saw before.
Well, as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my bald head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: âWould you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?â
Ah, youâre drunk,
Youâre drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
Thatâs a baby boy that me mother sent to me.
Well, itâs many a day Iâve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.
Ah, youâre drunk,
Youâre drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
Thatâs a baby boy that me mother sent to me.
Well, itâs many a day Iâve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.
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- Legacy, Vol. 1
- Legacy, Vol. 2
- The Very Best Of Celtic Thunder
- The Classic Christmas Album
- Mythology
- Voyage
- Voyage II
- Storm
- The Light Of Other Days
- Take Me Home
- Celtic Thunder
- Celtic Thunder Christmas
- Act Two
- Heritage
- Miscellaneous
- Song for Mira
- The Show Act Two
- The Show
- New Voyage
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