Dropkick Murphys - The Irish Rover lyrics
[Dropkick Murphys - The Irish Rover lyrics]
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 goats 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 McQuirk 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 it's 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 I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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 goats 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 McQuirk 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 it's 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 I'm the last of the Irish Rover