Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool

Subject: irish pub song
From: GUEST,tom
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 10:48 AM

need help finding the lyrics to a drinking song I heard. it goes something like

i came home last monday night as drunk as drunk could be i spied a new pipe(?) over the hearth where my old pipe should be i says to me wife HEY WIFE can you explains to me why is there a new pipe over the hearth where my old pipe should be?

and she said (chorus) you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool you're drunk as you could be

(that's all i know) it continues with verses for each day of the week

anybody know it? thanks

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool
From: JulieF
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 10:50 AM

the song is Seven Drunken Nights by the Dubliners. Haven't look for it but I assume that its in the database

all the best

Julie

Subject: Lyr Add: SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS
From: Mick Lowe
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 02:13 PM

Just in case you can't be bothered looking.. here is one version.. there is a more "flavoured" one we used to sing after rugby matches that had all 7 nights listed...

SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS

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
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
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.

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, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket, sure I never saw before.

As I went home on wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
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.

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
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
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, sure I never saw before.

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
So I called me wife, the curse of me life, will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be.
Ay you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool
As drunk as drunk can be
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.


Cheers
Mick

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 02:50 PM

It's a bit difficult to search for songs when you only have a few words and the "Digitrad and Forum Search" is down again (normally, I'd recommend that you start there).  The song belongs to the group Professor Child called Our Goodman, and assigned number #274.  There are three versions in the DT database:

Five Nights Drunk (Our Goodman)
The Traveller (Our Goodman)
Shickered As He Could Be

There are also a number of past threads containing further discussion, background information and a number of other versions:

Seven Drunken Nights
Seven (?) Drunken Nights
LYR ADD: Seven drunken nights
5 Drunken Nights ?!?

Malcolm

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool
From: Jon Freeman
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 03:22 PM

Malcolm, try http://www.mudcat.org/@NewSSResults.cfm

Jon

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool
From: Dunadan
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 03:45 PM

In case you haven't found the last two verses which I see weren't printed here and aren't on the record , I've put them here with expletive deleted.

And as I came home on Saturday Night, As drunk.....etc. I saw a hand upon the breast where my old hand should be Well I calls me wife .....etc. Ah you're drunk your drunk.......etc. That's a bunch of bananas that me mother sent to me. Well it's many a day.....etc. But a ring on a bunch of bananas well I never saw before.

Diddly da da....etc.

And as I came home on Sunday night as drunk...... I saw a 'thing' within the 'thing' where my old 'thing' should be, Well I calls me wife........etc. Ah you're drunk....etc. That's a lovely carrot that me mother sent to me Well it's many a day...........etc. But Bxxxxxxs on a carrot sure, well I never saw before. Diddly da.......

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 03:49 PM

Various versions of the final verses were posted in the threads I linked to above.

Thankyou, Jon, for that "back door" to the Search.  I now have it bookmarked, and my fingers are crossed!

Malcolm

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool
From: fat B****rd
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 04:54 PM

you may care to check out a version by sonny boy williamson ll, the title of which escapes me.

Subject: Lyr Add: SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS
From: bill\sables
Date: 25 Nov 00 - 09:36 AM

This is one of the earliest versions I know , I think it came from the West Country ( Devon , Cornwall.) I first heard it in the early sixties and used to sing it to a tune similar to "Dear Old Donegal". For the Americans; pittle pot is chamber pot, braces are suspenders, bum is arse, and twelve bore is shotgun.

SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS

As I came home on a Monday a little afore my time
There in the shed were a bike that wern't mine
Who's bike be that, who's bike be that who's ever banden be
It only be a milkin' cow my mother has sent to me
Well it's many the miles I've traveled a thousand miles or more
But a milkin' cow with handlebars I never did see before

As I came home on a Tuesday a little afore my time
There on the hat stand were a hat that wern't mine
Who's hat be that, who's hat be that who's ever banden be
That only be a pittle pot my mother has sent to me
Well it's many the miles I've traveled a thousand miles or more
But a pittle pot with a curley brim I never did see before

As I came home on a Wednesday a little afore my time
Hanging on the bed post were some pants that wern't mine
Who's pants be they who's pants be they who's ever banden be
It's only a pair of bloomers that my mother has sent to me
Well it's many the miles I've traveled a thousand miles or more
But braces on bloomers I never did see before

As I came home on a Thursday a little afore my time
There on the pillow were an head that wern't mine
Who's head be that, who's head be that, who's ever banden be
That only is a baby's head what you have given to me
Well it's many the miles I've traveled a thousand miles or more
But a baby's head with whiskers on I never did see before

As I came home on a Friday a little afore my time
There in the bed were a bum that wern't mine
Who's bum be that ,who's bum be that, who's ever banden be
That only be a pumpkin that my mother has sent to me
Well it's many the miles I've traveled a thousand miles or more
But a pumpkin with pimples on I never did see before

As I came home on a Saturday a little afore my time
There in my wife's hand were a thing that wern't mine
Oh what be that, Oh what be that, whatever banden be
That only is a rolling pin my mother has sent to me
Well it's many the miles I've traveled a thousand miles or more
But a rolling pin with wall nuts on I never did see before

As I came home on a Sunday a little afore my time
I went straight into the shed my old twelve bore to find
Oh what be that , Oh what be that , That frightened couple asked
It's only my twelve bore shotgun, going to stick it right up your arse
Now it's many the miles I've traveled a thousand miles or more
But I never saw two buggers run quite as fast before

Cheers Bill

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: drunk, silly old fool
From: BK
Date: 25 Nov 00 - 10:21 AM

In the Navy, we used to usually keep it down to 4 nights drunk, but you can guess how many colorful & inventive last verses we created at times....

Cheers, BK