Irish Rover - Tommy Makem/Clancy Brothers
In the year of our Lord
Eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft
It 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 Rover
There was Barney Magee
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 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 barrells of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrells of stone
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
And seven million barrells 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 their ship lost her way in a fog
In a fog
And the whole of
The crew was reduced down to two
Twas myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock oh
Lord what a shock
And nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around
Then the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
