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SEVEN  DRUNKEN  NIGHTS
(СЕМЬ БУХИХ НОЧЕЙ)
(Trad. Irish)

As I went home in Monday night, 
		as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw a horse outside the door 
		where my old horse should be. 
Well, I called my 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 fella! 
		Still you cannot see, 
That's the lovely sow 
		that my mother sent to me!"
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, 
		a hundred miles and more, 
But a sow with a saddle on 
		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. 
Well, I called my 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 fella! 
		Still you cannot see, 
That's the lovely blanket 
		that my mother sent to me!"
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, 
		a hundred miles and more, 
But a blanket with the buttons 
		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. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: 
		"Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that pipe upon the chair 
		where my old pipe should be?"

"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, 
	you silly old fella! 
		Still you cannot see, 
That's a lovely tin whistle 
		that my mother sent to me!"
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, 
		a hundred miles and 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. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: 
		"Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that boots beneath the bed 
		where my old boots should be?"

"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, 
	you silly old fella! 
		Still you cannot see, 
There are two geranium pots 
		my mother sent to me!"
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, 
		a hundred miles and 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. 
Well, I called my 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 fella! 
		Still you cannot see, 
That's a lovely baby-boy 
		that my mother sent to me!"
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, 
		a hundred miles and more, 
But a baby's head with whiskers 
		sure I never saw before!

As I went home on Saturday night, 
		as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw two hands upon her breasts, 
		where my two hands should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: 
		"Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that hands upon your breasts 
		where my two hands should be?"

"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, 
	you silly old fella! 
		Still you cannot see, 
That's a lovely bra 
		that my mother sent to me!"
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, 
		a hundred miles and more, 
But sure  a bra with finger nails 
		I never saw before!

As I went home on Sunday night, 
		as drunk as drunk could be, 
I saw a thing in my wife's mouth, 
		where my old thing should be. 
Well, I called my wife and I said to her: 
		"(Hey, wife!) 
		Will you kindly tell to me, 
Who owns that thing inside your mouth  
		where my old thing should be?!"

"Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, 
	you silly old fella! 
		Still you cannot see, 
That's a lovely sweet carrot 
		that my mother sent to me!"
Well, it's many a-day I travelled, 
		a hundred miles and more, 
But hair on a carrot 
		sure I never saw before. 



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