Seven Drunken Nights

So if you have ever heard the song, "Seven Drunken Nights" by The Dubliners you would know that it starts out with a drunk man going to the pub every night and he comes home to find strange things in his house. He asks his wife what they are and every night she makes up some excuse of what the thing is ultimately to cover up that she is cheating on him. The song is very clever, you should definitely look it up and listen to it if you aren't already opposed to Irish music altogether. Give it a chance and it is pretty legit music. Moving on with my story... The last 2 verses of the song have been a mystery aka Saturday and Sunday night. They always just end the song after Friday because each time the thing the man finds in his house gets dirtier and dirtier. Upon going to Dublin I came across an Irish music store and I decided to go in and ask the man if he knew the lyrics. Surely everyone in Ireland knows the lyrics by heart right? Apparently not. He couldn't find anything with the last 2 verses recorded on a CD and he searched his computer for the lyrics for a solid 20 minutes. Finally he found them and I got to write them down. my mom has been wanting to know the verses for her whole life so I thought it would be a great surprise if I found them. Of course I did and here are the last 2 verses in case you are at all curious:

And as I went home on a Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old breasts 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 breasts should be.

Ah, you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool still you cannot see that's a lovely nightgown that me mother sent to me.

Well it's many days I travel, one hundred miles or more, but fingers in a nightgown I never saw before.

And as I went home on a Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be.

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 cannot see that's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me.

Well it's many days I travel, one hundred miles or more, but hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before. La da da da da da da da da da da da da da da do do do!