Name: Seven Drunken Nights
Channel: words and music Traditional
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Recorded for an upcoming Celtic CD.

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Brobdingnagian Bards

The Original Celtic Renaissance duo from Austin, TX! Called Masters of Traditional Folk by The Austin Chronicle, Marc Gunn and Andrew McKee join the autoharp, r

We are the Brobdingnagian Bards (pronounced brAHb'ding-näg-EE-en). We perform a unique style of Celtic folk music that we like to call "a Renaissance in Celtic music" or "The Original Celtic Renaissance. Ask our fans though, and they'll tell you our music is just plain "fun!" With six studio albums completed in just five years, combined with ten other compilations, singles and EPs, we've been called one of the most-productive Celtic groups around. But we just love playing the music.

Song Info

Genre

World • Traditional Irish

Charts

Peak #117

Peak in subgenre #1

Author

words and music Traditional

Rights

Gunn-McKee

Uploaded

September 09, 2008

Track Files

MP3

MP3 6.7 MB • 192 kbps • 4:50

Lyrics

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: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
    So drunk you can not see
    That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
    Well, it's many a day I've 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
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
    So drunk you can not see
    That's a wool blanket that me mother sent to me
    Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
    But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And 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
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
    So drunk you can not see
    That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
    Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
    But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on 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 I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
    So drunk you can not see
    They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
    Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
    But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on 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 I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
    So drunk you can not see
    That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
    Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
    But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And 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 I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
    So drunk you can not see
    That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
    Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
    But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I lad sneaking out the back, a quarter after three.
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who was that lad sneaking out the back a quarter after three?

    Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
    So drunk you can not see
    That was just the tax man that the Queen she sent to me.
    Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
    But an Englishman who can last till three I've never seen before