Essentially the Dubliner's 7 drunken nights
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 up on 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