On the 4th of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
We had seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was 'ol Mickey Cootes who played hard on his flutes
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootlin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
Wi' his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance
That he sailed in the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was 'Slugger' O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And 'Fighting' Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother of life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
When he longs for the shore and a charming young w
Who can help all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout swillin' poitin and stout
For him soon is done and over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
That ould salt from the Irish rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just m'self and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
We're the last of the Irish
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On the 4th of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
We had seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was 'ol Mickey Cootes who played hard on his flutes
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootlin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
Wi' his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance
That he sailed in the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was 'Slugger' O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And 'Fighting' Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother of life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
When he longs for the shore and a charming young w
Who can help all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout swillin' poitin and stout
For him soon is done and over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
That ould salt from the Irish rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just m'self and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
We're the last of the Irish
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
We had seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was 'ol Mickey Cootes who played hard on his flutes
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootlin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
Wi' his smart witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance
That he sailed in the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was 'Slugger' O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And 'Fighting' Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man Mike McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother of life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
When he longs for the shore and a charming young w
Who can help all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout swillin' poitin and stout
For him soon is done and over
Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
That ould salt from the Irish rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just m'self and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
We're the last of the Irish
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