The Irish Rovers The Irish Rover song lyrics

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six

We set out 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, 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 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 Mallone

There 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 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 goat tails

We had four million barrels of stone

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 her way in the fog

And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two

'Twas meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock

Oh, how the wild winds drove her

Turned her nine times around and the poor dog was drowned

I'm the last, I'm the last, I'm the last of the Irish Rover

I'm the last of the Irish Rover