Irish Rover - Orthodox Celts

On the 4th of July 1806, we set sail form the sweet cove of Cork

We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the Grand City Hall in New York

Twas wonderful craft she was rigged for and aft and, oh, how the wild wind

drove her

She stood several blasts and 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 old blind horses hides, 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 bails of old nanny goats tales in the hold of 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 OToole always drunk as a rule and fighting Bill Tracy from

Dover

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

Irish rover

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 myself and the captains

old dog

Then the ship struck a rock, oh, Lord, what a shock, the bulkhead was turned

right over

Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned and the last of the

Irish rover