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  • On the fourth 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

    T'was 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 bone

    We had five million hogs, six million dogs

    Seven million barrels of porter

    We had eight million bails of old nanny gold tails

    In the hold of the Irish Rover

    There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute

    When the ladies lined up for a set

    He was tootin' with skill For each sparking quadrille
    Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet

    With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk

    He rolled the dames under and over

    They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance

    That he sailed on 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 your man from the West Meath called Malone

    The 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 of the Irish Rover

    We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
    And the ship lost its way in the fog
    And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
    Just myself 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

    And the last of the Irish Rover
  • [00:08.16]On the fourth of July 1806
    [00:08.98]
    [00:10.29]We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
    [00:11.66]
    [00:12.79]We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
    [00:14.51]
    [00:15.76]For the grand city hall in New York
    [00:17.07]
    [00:18.82]T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
    [00:21.13]
    [00:21.82]And oh how the wild wind drove her
    [00:23.51]
    [00:24.69]She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
    [00:26.76]
    [00:27.38]And they called her the Irish Rover
    [00:28.57]
    [00:31.26]We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
    [00:32.94]
    [00:34.44]We had two million barrels of stone
    [00:35.57]
    [00:36.81]We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides
    [00:38.76]
    [00:39.69]We had four million barrels of bone
    [00:41.07]
    [00:42.69]We had five million hogs, six million dogs
    [00:44.63]
    [00:45.82]Seven million barrels of porter
    [00:46.70]
    [00:47.45]We had eight million bails of old nanny gold tails
    [00:49.94]
    [00:51.57]In the hold of the Irish Rover
    [00:53.26]
    [00:55.51]There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
    [00:57.26]
    [00:58.32]When the ladies lined up for a set
    [00:59.63]
    [01:00.82]He was tootin' with skill For each sparking quadrille
    [01:02.58]Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
    [01:04.96]
    [01:07.08]With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk
    [01:08.96]
    [01:09.77]He rolled the dames under and over
    [01:11.02]
    [01:12.71]They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
    [01:15.10]
    [01:15.61]That he sailed on the Irish Rover
    [01:16.85]
    [01:42.98]There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
    [01:45.11]There was Hogan from County Tyrone
    [01:46.24]
    [01:48.31]There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
    [01:50.93]And your man from the West Meath called Malone
    [01:52.61]
    [01:54.05]The was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
    [01:55.68]
    [01:56.68]And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
    [01:57.93]
    [02:00.12]And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
    [02:01.93]
    [02:02.49]Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
    [02:03.68]
    [02:10.87]We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
    [02:11.68]And the ship lost its way in the fog
    [02:11.99]And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
    [02:12.37]Just myself and the captain's old dog
    [02:12.62]Then the ship struck a rock oh Lord what a shock
    [02:13.05]The bulkhead was turned right over
    [02:13.24]Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
    [02:15.18]
    [02:17.68]And the last of the Irish Rover