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The Irish Rover

The Hit Crew2010年6月8日

The Irish Rover 歌詞

 

The Irish Rover - The Hit Crew (熱歌組合)

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six

We set out from the coal quay of Cork

 

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

For the grand City Hall in New York

 

We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft

 

And how the Trade Winds drove her

She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts

And they called her the Irish Rover

 

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

 

There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work

And a chap from Westmeath named Mallone

 

There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule

And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover

 

And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann

Was the skipper on the Irish Rover

 

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of bone

 

We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails

We had four million barrels of stone

 

Five million hogs, six million dogs

 

And Seven million barrels of porter

 

We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides

In the hold of the Irish Rover

 

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out

And the ship lost her way in the fog

 

And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two

Twas meself and the captain's old dog

 

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh, what a shock

 

And the bulkhead was turned right over

 

She turned nine times around

 

And the poor old dog was drowned

 

I'm the last of The Irish Rover