Irish Rover
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In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
We had elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
And lord how the trade winds drove her
We had twenty-three masts, and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
Well, There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
And there was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy 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 goats' tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horse's hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost it's way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
Meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock
We nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around - and the poor old dog was drowned
We're the last of the Irish Rover
We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
We had elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
And lord how the trade winds drove her
We had twenty-three masts, and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
Well, There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
And there was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy 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 goats' tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horse's hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost it's way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
Meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock
We nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around - and the poor old dog was drowned
We're the last of the Irish Rover
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.53] In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
[00:08.06] We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
[00:12.10] We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
[00:15.97] For the grand City Hall in New York
[00:20.28] We had elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
[00:24.52] And lord how the trade winds drove her
[00:27.88] We had twenty-three masts, and she stood several blasts
[00:31.60] And they called her the Irish Rover
[00:36.76] Well, There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
[00:40.84] There was Hogan from County Tyrone
[00:44.45] And there was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
[00:48.27] And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
[00:52.58] There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
[00:56.54] And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
[01:00.67] And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
[01:04.18] Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
[01:09.38] We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
[01:13.34] We had two million barrels of bone
[01:16.94] We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
[01:20.98] We had four million barrels of stone
[01:25.06] We had five million hogs and six million dogs
[01:29.32] And seven million barrels of porter
[01:32.88] We had eight million sides of old blind horse's hides
[01:36.93] In the hold of the Irish Rover
[01:56.56] We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
[02:00.21] And our ship lost it's way in the fog
[02:04.38] And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
[02:08.33] Meself and the captain's old dog
[02:12.16] Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock
[02:16.26] We nearly tumbled over
[02:20.02] Turned nine times around - and the poor old dog was drowned
[02:26.09] We're the last of the Irish Rover
[02:30.33]
[00:08.06] We set sail from the cold quay of Cork
[00:12.10] We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
[00:15.97] For the grand City Hall in New York
[00:20.28] We had elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
[00:24.52] And lord how the trade winds drove her
[00:27.88] We had twenty-three masts, and she stood several blasts
[00:31.60] And they called her the Irish Rover
[00:36.76] Well, There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
[00:40.84] There was Hogan from County Tyrone
[00:44.45] And there was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
[00:48.27] And a chap from Westmeath named Malone
[00:52.58] There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
[00:56.54] And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
[01:00.67] And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
[01:04.18] Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
[01:09.38] We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
[01:13.34] We had two million barrels of bone
[01:16.94] We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
[01:20.98] We had four million barrels of stone
[01:25.06] We had five million hogs and six million dogs
[01:29.32] And seven million barrels of porter
[01:32.88] We had eight million sides of old blind horse's hides
[01:36.93] In the hold of the Irish Rover
[01:56.56] We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
[02:00.21] And our ship lost it's way in the fog
[02:04.38] And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
[02:08.33] Meself and the captain's old dog
[02:12.16] Then the ship struck a rock; oh Lord what a shock
[02:16.26] We nearly tumbled over
[02:20.02] Turned nine times around - and the poor old dog was drowned
[02:26.09] We're the last of the Irish Rover
[02:30.33]