Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Irish Rover, artist - Blaggards.
Date of issue: 28.01.2013
Song language: English
Irish Rover |
On the Fourth of July 1806 |
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork |
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks |
For the Grand City Hall in New York |
Twas a wonderfull 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 the called her The Irish Rover |
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags |
We had two million barrels of stones |
We had three million bales of oly nanny goats tails |
We had four million barrels of bones |
We had five million hogs |
Six million dogs |
Seven million barrels of porter |
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides' |
In the hold of 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 a man from Westmeath called Malone |
There was Slugger O’Toole |
Who was drunks as a rule |
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover |
And your man Mick McCann |
From the banks of the Bann |
Was the Skipper of the Irish Rover |
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags |
We had two million barrels of stones |
We had three million bales of oly nanny goats tails |
We had four million barrels of bones |
We had five million hogs |
Six million dogs |
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 its way in the fog |
And that whale of a crew |
Was reduced down on 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 |
I’m the last of the Irish Rover |
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags |
We had two million barrels of stones |
We had three million bales of oly nanny goats tails |
We had four million barrels of bones |
We had five million hogs |
Six million dogs |
Seven million barrels of porter |
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides' |
In the hold of the Irish Rover |