Karaoké The Irish Rover The Pogues & The Dubliners

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six 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

'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 they called her

The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stone

We had three million sides of a blind horses hides'

We had four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs

Six million dogs

Seven million barrels of Porter

We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails in the hold of The Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute when the ladies lined up for a set

He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille though the dancers were fluther'd and bet

With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk as he rolled the dames under and over

They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance that he sailed in

The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

There was Johnny 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 and fighting Bill Tracy from Dover

And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann was the skipper of

The Irish Rover

For a sailor it's always a bother in life

It's so lonesome by night and by day

That he longs for the shore and a charming young whore who will melt all his troubles away

Oh the noise and the rout swillin' poitin and stout for him soon is done and over

Of the love of a maid he is never afraid

That old sot from the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out when the measles broke out

And the ship lost its way

And the ship lost its way in the fog in the fog

And that whale of a crew

And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two was reduced down to two

Just myself and the captain's

Just myself and the captain's old dog old dog

Then the ship struck a rock

Then the ship struck a rock

Oh Lord what a shock

Oh Lord what a shock

The bulkhead was turned

The bulkhead was turned right over right over

Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned

Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned

I'm the last of The Irish Rover

I'm the last of The Irish Rover