Karaoké The Irish Rover (live at 3Arena) Nathan Carter

In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six

We set sail from the sweet

Cobb of Cork

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks

For the grand City Hall in New York

That 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

They called her the Irish

We had a one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stones

Ah we had three million bales old nanny goats' tails

We had four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs and six million dogs

And 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 Hogan from County Tyrone

Ah there was Jerry McGurk who was scared stiff of work

And a 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

Woo, we'd sailed seven years when the measles broke out

And our ship loses her way in the fog

And a whale of the crew was reduced down to two

'Twas meself and the captain's old dog

Then that ship struck a rock dear Lord what a shock

And the bulk was turned right over

He turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned

Woof, woof

Two, three

I'm the last of the Irish

Everybody jumps go

Ah-ly, ah-ly, ah-lay

Woo, ah-ly, ah-ly, ah-lay