The Irish Rover - Live

In the year of our Lord, 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

Was a wonderful craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
And oh how the wild winds drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
They called her the Irish (Rover)
Sounded good

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million bales of nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs and six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of blind horse's hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover, let's go

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Laurie from County Tyrone
Ah there was Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And your man from Westmeath called Malone

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

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost its way in the fog
And the whale 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
And the boat it turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor auld dog was drowned
Two, three, I'm the last of the Irish, everybody jump, go!

Thank you once again Dublin
Goodnight
God bless you all, see you soon