I Feel A Song Coming On...
So, who's in the mood for some fun? Who wants to learn themselves a funny drinking song?
A short while back, a fellow writer and friend of mine was working on a fic for the old "Peter Pan and the Pirates" cartoon show...a fic which, needless to say, involved pirates.
During one of the later chapters, she used this very amusing Irish song, a song which I adored immediately and pretty much never forgot.
Well, being that it's been a pretty pirate-y summer for us all, I figured it was high time to look up the lyrics to this old gem and share the love.
I've already had a character sing part of it in the most recent story of my Sparrington fanfic saga (part 5, soon to be posted), and I'm contemplating whether or not it'll be possible to work it in somehow at Faire this year, since we're doing pirates, after all.
So grab yourself a flask of your favorite poison, gather around all the wenches and rogues, and get ready to sing one of the best songs I ever did know. Here's a toast to Enola, without whom I never would have known it.
And remember, it's an Irish drinking song; as long as you keep that in mind, it makes the last verse that much funnier, in my opinion. So here it comes...
Seven Drunken Nights
As I came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a lovely tin-whistle that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beside the bed where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beside the bed where my old boots should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But bootlaces in flower pots, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a baby boy that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's nothing but a brassier that my mother gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But fingernails on a brassier, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Sunday night a little after three
I saw a man run out the door with pants around his knee.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that man run out the door with pants around his knee?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's nothing but a tax collector that the Queen sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But an Englishman that could last 'til three I never saw before.
A short while back, a fellow writer and friend of mine was working on a fic for the old "Peter Pan and the Pirates" cartoon show...a fic which, needless to say, involved pirates.
During one of the later chapters, she used this very amusing Irish song, a song which I adored immediately and pretty much never forgot.
Well, being that it's been a pretty pirate-y summer for us all, I figured it was high time to look up the lyrics to this old gem and share the love.
I've already had a character sing part of it in the most recent story of my Sparrington fanfic saga (part 5, soon to be posted), and I'm contemplating whether or not it'll be possible to work it in somehow at Faire this year, since we're doing pirates, after all.
So grab yourself a flask of your favorite poison, gather around all the wenches and rogues, and get ready to sing one of the best songs I ever did know. Here's a toast to Enola, without whom I never would have known it.
And remember, it's an Irish drinking song; as long as you keep that in mind, it makes the last verse that much funnier, in my opinion. So here it comes...
Seven Drunken Nights
As I came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a lovely tin-whistle that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beside the bed where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beside the bed where my old boots should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But bootlaces in flower pots, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's a baby boy that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's nothing but a brassier that my mother gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But fingernails on a brassier, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Sunday night a little after three
I saw a man run out the door with pants around his knee.
I called my wife and said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that man run out the door with pants around his knee?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
You silly old fool, and still you cannot see
That's nothing but a tax collector that the Queen sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more
But an Englishman that could last 'til three I never saw before.