lunes, 10 de diciembre de 2007

SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS.

Bueno...pues parece que localizar la letra de la canción que cantó Eoin fue mucho más fácil de lo que esperaba. Sólo tuve que teclear en Google "popular Irish songs wife drunken! y voila. Ciertamente tenías mis dudas que poner "Irish song drunken" fuera a resultar la mejor búsqueda...ya sabéis ¡miles y miles de entradas! jajaja.

En fin, aquí la tenéis:

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
Well, I called me 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 fool,
still you can not see
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

And 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 me 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 fool,
still you can not see
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 in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
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

And 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 me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
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 I never saw before

And 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 me 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 fool,
still you can not see
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

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

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
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 hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before

2 comentarios:

BinaryBea dijo...

Muy buena la canción, Inés, muy divertida.

Curiosamente yo también busqué la letra no hace mucho para este post: http://www.binarywords.com/blog/archives/359-Unas-pintas-en-el-pub.html

Besos

alberto_bara dijo...

na ke sigo igual ke hace 5 años. no entiendo nada. tu dices ke la cancion se entiende bien y yo habiendo leido la letra antes y escuchado la cancion ni asi. los comentarios de la peña durante la grabacion tampoco na de na. ya me pasaba cuando estaba alli todo el mundo avanzaba en el idioma menos yo. tendre ke abrirme la cabeza y ponerme otro chip.
pd.
voy a tener ke dejar de leer tu blog pues resulta ke ahora beabinaria me ha tentao a leer el suyo y solo he leido dos post y ya me ha enganchao y no puede ser ke uno tiene cosar ke hacer.
olas de diez ocho y siete metros en el cantabrico. vientos de 90 y 100 km/hora castro destrozao el club de remo laredo la cruz roja y el paseo maritimo parece panama en marea baja y vi el teledirio las olas en la playa de gijon y sin comentario. menos mal ke estoy en casa con calefaccion manta y sin moverme (me cago en el puente ke decia akel) y me despido ke en vez de comentario parece esto.......
un abrazo ines ya te keda menos pa las navidades. bye bye