Karaoké The Irish Rover (live at The Marquee Cork) Nathan Carter

ln 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

'Twas 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

And we called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stones

We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails

We had four million barrels of bones

We have five million hogs six million dogs seven million barrels of porter

We had eight million sides of blind horses' hides ln 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

There was Charlie McGurk who was scared stiff of work

And a man from

West Meade called Malone

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule

And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover

And your man Finn Megan from the banks of the Ban

Was the skipper of the Irish Rover let's go

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out

And the ship lost its way in the fog

And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two

Just meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock

Oh Lord, what a shock

The bulk was turned right over lt turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned

Ooh ooh ah ah two three

I'm the last of the Irish Rover