Lyrics: Four (5,6,7) Drunken Nights
Steve Wyrick
to post the lyrics I had, though I didn't have time until now. I _think_
this is the Dubliners' version, but I have it on an unmarked tape so am
not sure. Hope this is of interest:
"As I came home, so drunk I couldn't see, oh,
there I saw a horse where a horse shouldn't be
I said unto my wife, 'tell it unto me, oh,
who owns the horse, where the horse shouldn't be?'
'Oh you Phil, you silly Phil,
can't you plainly see, oh,
nothing but a milk cow me mother sent to me oh."
Miles I have travelled, six hundred miles or more,
saddle on a milk cow I never saw before
And as I came home, so drunk I couldn't see, oh
there I saw a hat where a hat shouldn't be
I said unto my wife, 'tell it unto me, oh,
who owns the hat, where the hat shouldn't be?'
'Oh you Phil, you silly Phil,
can't you plainly see, oh,
nothing but a flower pot me mother sent to me oh.'
Miles I have travelled, six hundred miles or more,
a feather in a flower pot I never saw before
As I came home, so drunk I couldn't see, oh
there I saw a boot where a boot shouldn't be
I said unto my wife, 'tell it unto me, oh,
who owns the boot, where the boot shouldn't be?'
'Oh you Phil, you silly Phil,
can't you plainly see, oh,
nothing but a chamber pot me mother sent to me oh'
Miles I have travelled, six hundred miles or more,
laces in a chamber pot I never saw before
And as I came home, so drunk I couldn't see, oh
there I saw a head where a head shouldn't be
I said unto my wife, 'tell it unto me, oh,
who owns the head, where the head shouldn't be?'
'Oh you Phil, you silly Phil,
can't you plainly see, oh,
nothing but a baby my mother sent to me, oh'
Miles I have travelled, six hundred miles or more,
baby boy with whiskers on I never saw before.
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Steve Wyrick (sjwy...@lbl.gov)
M. Jonas
> There was some talk about this song the last couple of weeks and I meant
> to post the lyrics I had, though I didn't have time until now. I _think_
> this is the Dubliners' version, but I have it on an unmarked tape so am
> not sure. Hope this is of interest:
...
> 'Oh you Phil, you silly Phil,
Ahem, "Fool", please, "Oh you fool, you silly old fool". Though your version
has a certain innocent charme :-), frankly Phil is not a very common name
in Ireland (yes, yes, there IS Phil Coulter) and I can't think of a single
folk song using it (prove me wrong, folks).
Martin
Steve Wyrick
mj1...@cus.cam.ac.uk writes:
>In article <34...@dog.ee.lbl.gov> Steve Wyrick <sjwy...@lbl.gov> writes:
>
meant
>> to post the lyrics I had, though I didn't have time until now. I
_think_
>> this is the Dubliners' version, but I have it on an unmarked tape so
am
>> not sure. Hope this is of interest:
>> 'Oh you Phil, you silly Phil,
>
version
>has a certain innocent charme :-), frankly Phil is not a very common name
>in Ireland (yes, yes, there IS Phil Coulter) and I can't think of a
single
>folk song using it (prove me wrong, folks).
Yes, yes, I know the version that goes "you fool, you fool, you silly old
fool" as well, however after another listen I'm convinced the singer is
saying "Phil;" not fool; it's pretty clear on the tape, but if I'm wrong,
well that's folk music :-)
Seppo J Niemi
This probably not important, but here is the Dubliners' version of the
song. It's on a record called 'Drinking and wenching'. I write the
words as I remember them, so although I'm quite good at remembering
lyrics, there may be a few errors. And I've never seen the lyrics
written, so these are the words as I hear them.
"This song is called 'seven drunken nights', but we're only allowed to
sing five of them. So here goes..."
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.
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?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a lovely cow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a saddle on a cow, 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.
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?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, 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.
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.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on thursday nigh,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed,
where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns them boots beside the bed
where my old boots should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but laces in flower pots I never saw before.
As I came home on friday nigh,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
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.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.
Share and enjoy...
//zaphod
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Troy Kay
Trying to compile a list of celtic instrument makers... if you know of any let me know.
Need to find flute makers, harp makers, pipe makers, etc....
- Troy
Pat Murphy
>"This song is called 'seven drunken nights', but we're only allowed to
> sing five of them. So here goes..."
Has anyone *ever* heard the last two verses/nights? Maybe I didn't hang
out in the "right" circles growing up in Dublin, but I don't remember
anyone singing more than those first 5 :-(
- Pat
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Bob Bright
>This probably not important, but here is the Dubliners' version of the
>song. It's on a record called 'Drinking and wenching'. I write the
>words as I remember them, so although I'm quite good at remembering
>lyrics, there may be a few errors. And I've never seen the lyrics
>written, so these are the words as I hear them.
I missed the first part of this thread, so maybe this has been and
gone, but...
Is anyone familiar with delta blues version of this song? I heard
it a long time ago, and I can't remember who recorded it, but I recall
that it has some really nifty cut blues harp bits in it. It's a nice
counterpoint to the various celtic versions, for those who like both
kinds of music.
Any pointers would be much appreciated.
BBB
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William Grant
When I came home on *day night, as drunk as drunk can be, ...
[Spoken interruption, sarcastic as all hell]
But you DIDN'T come home *day night
Oh, that's right..
[Next verse]
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Margie ODriscoll
>zap...@cs.hut.fi writes (about the Dubliner's version of the song):
>
>>"This song is called 'seven drunken nights', but we're only allowed to
>> sing five of them. So here goes..."
>
>Has anyone *ever* heard the last two verses/nights? Maybe I didn't hang
>out in the "right" circles growing up in Dublin, but I don't remember
>anyone singing more than those first 5 :-(
>
That's because the Dubliners version, recorded in the '60s, was
the most popular and they only sang the five for the reasons noted
above. But various Irish folksingers in the NY area have sung two
additional verses for Saturday and Sunday night. I can't remember
Saturday night but, if I recall correctly, it had to do with a man's
sexual organ. Sunday night however goes like this:
When I came home on Sunday night
as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a man running out the door
when it was after three
I called my wife and I said to here
will you kindly tell to me
who was that man running out the door
when it was after three?
you drunk, you drunk
you silly old fool
and still you cannot see
that's the tax collector
that the queen sent to me
well, it's many a day i've travelled
a hundred miles or more
but an Englishman who could last 'til three
sure i never saw before.
Margie
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