As I went on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse be?
Ah, drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely sow me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a miles or more But a saddle on a sow I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you tell to me Who that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?
Ah, drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a woolen blanket that me sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw
And as I went home on night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a up on the chair where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you tell to me Who that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?
Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle I never saw before
And as I went on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you tell to me Who them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?
Ah, you're drunk, drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or But in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk be I saw a head upon the bed my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed my old head should be?
Ah, drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a baby boy that me mother to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw
And as I went home on Saturday night as as drunk could be I saw two hands her breasts where my old hands should be Well, I called me wife and I to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon your breasts my old hands should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you old fool, still you can not see That's a night gown that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day traveled a hundred miles or more But fingers in a night sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday as drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing inside her where my old thing should be Well, I me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that thing inside thing where my old thing should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, you can not see That's but a hammer that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've a hundred miles or more But a hammer a head like that I never saw before