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  • Trad. arr. The Pogues (performed with 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 winds drove her.

    She'd got several blasts, she'd 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 sides of old 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 bales 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 his set

    He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille

    Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet

    With his sparse 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

    And he sailed in the Irish Rover.

    There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,

    There was Hogan from County Tyrone.

    There was Jimmy 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 Tracey from Dover,

    And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann

    Was the skipper of the Irish Rover.

    We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out

    And the ship lost its way in a fog. (Big fog!)

    And that whale of the 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 bulkhead was turned right over...

    Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned...

    I'm the last of the Irish Rover.

    October 29, 2007