The Irish Rover

	  		
 
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In the Year of our Lord, eighteen-hundred-and-six 
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We set sail from the cold quay of Cork 
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks 
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For the Grand City Hall of New York 

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We had an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft 
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And oh, how the wild winds drove her 
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She had twenty-seven masts, and withstood several blasts 
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And they called her The Irish Rover 

 
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There was Barney McGee, from the banks of the Lee 
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There was Hogan from County Tyrone 
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There was Charlie McGurk, who was scared stiff of work 
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And a chap from Westmeath, called Malone 

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There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk, as a rule 
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And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover 
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And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann 
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Was the skipper of the Irish Rover 

 
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Well, we had five million bags of the best Sligo rags 
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We had six million barrels of stones 
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And we had seven million bales of old nanny goats tails 
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We had eight million barrels of bones 

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We had nine million hogs, ten million dogs 
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Eleven million barrels of porter 
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And we had twelve million sides of old blind horses' hides 
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In the hold of the Irish Rover 

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We had sailed seven years, when the measles broke out 
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And the ship lost its way in a fog 
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And the whole of the crew, was reduced down to two 
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Just meself and the Captain's old dog 

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Well, the ship struck a rock, oh lord, what a shock 
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The boat she turned right over 
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She turned nine times around and the poor dog was drowned 
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I'm the last of The Irish Rover 


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Outro 
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