The Irish Rover

The Irish Rover - Brogue/Paddy O'Gorman

On The fourth of july eighteen hundred and six

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

Towas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore-and-aft

And oh how the wild winds drove her

She'd got several blasts she'd twenty-seven masts

And we called her the irish rover

We had one million bales of the best sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stones

We had three million sides of old blind horses hides

We had four million barrels of bones

Five million hogs six million dogs

Seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails

In the hold of the irish rover

There was awl mickey coote

Who played hard on his flute

When the ladies lined up for his set

He was tooting with skill for each sparkling quadrille

Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet

In the sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk

As he rolled the dames under and over

They all knew at a glance

When he took up his stance

And he sailed in the irish rover

There was jimmy mcgurk

Who was scarred stiff of work

There was holding funking tep low

There was Barney Mcgee from the banks of the Lee

And the men funing bee come along

Slugger o'toole

Drunk as a rule

Fighting bill tracey from dover

And your man mick mccann

From the banks of the bann

Was the skipper of the irish rover

We had sailed seven years

When the measles broke out

And the ship lost it's way in a fog

And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two

Just meself 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 dog was drowned

I'm the last of the irish rover