Robert Baratheon
Song: "Seven (five) Drunken Nights" by Celtic Thunder
As I came home on the Father's Night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a horse outside the door, where my own horse should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her. Would you kindly tell to me?
Who owns that horse outside the door, where my own horse should be?
Aye you're drunk, your drunk you silly old fool.
And still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
The many years I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.
But a saddle on a sow sure I've never seen before.
As I came home on the Warrior's Night, as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a cloak, behind the door, where my own cloak should be
I called to my wife and I said to her. Would you kindly tell to me?
Who owns that cloak behind the door where my own cloak should be?
Aye you're drunk, your drunk you silly old fool.
And still you cannot see.
That's a woollen blanket that my mother sent to me.
The many years I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.
But buttons on a blanket I have never seen before.
As I came home on the Maiden's Night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a sword against the wall, where my own sword should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her. Would you kindly tell to me?
Who owns that sword against the wall, where my own sword should be?
Aye you're drunk, your drunk you silly old fool.
And still you cannot see.
That's a fire iron that my mother sent to me.
The many years I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.
But a blade on a fire iron I've never seen before.
As I came home on the Smith's Night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed, where my two boots should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her. Would you kindly tell to me?
Who owns those boots beside the bed, where my two boots should be?
Aye you're drunk, your drunk you silly old fool.
And still you cannot see.
Those are lovely flower pots, my mother sent to me.
The many years I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.
But laces on some flower pots, I've never seen before.
As I came home on the Stranger's Night, as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head beneath the sheets, where my own head should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her. Would you kindly tell to me?
Who's head is that beneath the sheets where my own head should be?
Aye you're drunk, your drunk you silly old fool.
And still you cannot see.
That's an orphan baby boy, my mother sent to me.
The many years I've traveled, a hundred miles or more.
But whiskers on a baby boy I've never seen before.
Yes Baby boy with his whiskers on, I've never seen before.