Karaoké The Irish Rover (live) The Tumbling Paddies

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In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and six

We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork

And we were sailin' 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 winds drove her

Ah she'd stood several blasts

She had twenty-seven masts and we called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee

There was Hogan from County Tyrone

And there was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work and a man from Westmeath called Malone

And there was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule

Fightin' Bill Tracey from Dover

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

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags

We had two million barrels of stones

We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides and four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs

Six million dogs

Seven million barrels of porter

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

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And we sailed seven years 'till 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 myself and the captain's old dog

And then the ship struck a rock

Oh Lord what a shock

The bulk she turned right over

Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned

I'm the last of the Irish Rover

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