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Now as I come home on Monday 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 says to her
Would you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door
Where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk your drunk you silly old fool
You're drunk as drunk could be
For that's the lovely woolen blanket
That me mudder gave to me
Well it's many a days I travelled
A hundred miles or more
But buttons on a woolen blanket sure
I never saw before
Now as I come home on Tuesday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a hat upon the mat,
Where my old hat should be
Well I called to me wife and I says to her
Now would you kindly tell to me
Who owns that hat thereon the mat
EWhere my old hat should be.
AH, you're drunk your drunk you silly old fool
You're blind you cannot see
For that's the lovely chamber pot
Me mudder gave to me
Well it's many a days I travelled
A hundred miles or more
But a chamber pot, with a rim like that
I never saw before
Now as I come home on Wednesday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe there on the chair
Where my old pipe should be
Well, I called to me wife and I says to her
Now would you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipie there on the chair
Where my old pipe should be.
AH, you're drunk your drunk you silly old fool
You're blind you cannot see
For that's the lovely tin whistle
Me mudder gave to me
Well it's many a days I travelled
A hundred miles or more
But tobaccy in a tin whistle sure
I never saw before
Now as I come home on Thursday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath me bed
Where my two boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I says to her
Now would ya kindly tell to me
Who owns these boots beneath me bed
Where my two boots should be.
AH, you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool
You're blind ya cannot see
For that's the lovely Geranium pot,
me mudder gave to me
Well it's many a days I travelled
A hundred miles or more
But laces in a Geranium pot
I never saw before
Now, as I come home on Friday night
As drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head there in the bed
Where my old head should be
Well, I called to me wife and I says to her
Now, would ya kindly tell to me
Who is that head therein the bed
Where my old head should be
AH, you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool
You're blind ya cannot see
For that's the lovely baby boy
Me mudder gave to me
Well, it's many a days I travelled
A hundred miles or more
But whiskers on a baby's face
I never saw before