The Irish Rover

 

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In the year of our lord eighteen hundred and six   we set sail from the coal quay at Cork
We were Sailing away with a cargo of bricks    from 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 Ro-ver

 
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 chap from Westmeath named Mallone
There was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule and fighting Bill Tracy from Do-ver
And your man, Mick McMann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper on the Irish Ro-ver


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.
We had five million hogs and six million dogs and seven million barrels of por-ter
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides in the hold of the Irish Ro-ver

 
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out and our ship lost her way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two Just me self and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock (thump)  Oh, lord what a shock and nearly tumbled o - ver
Turned nine times around … and the    poor old dog was drowned  …  I'm the last of the Irish Ro - ver