The Irish Rover
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The Irish Rover is a traditional Irish song made famous by The Dubliners and The Pogues collaboration. It is associated especially with The Pogues who play it in their fast punk influenced tone, usually closing live shows with it.
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- In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
- We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
- We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
- For the grand City Hall in New York
- We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft
- And how the trade winds drove her
- She had twenty-three masts and she stood several blasts
- And they called her the Irish Rover
- We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
- We had two million barrels of stones
- We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides
- We had four million barrels of bones
- We had five million hogs and six million dogs
- And seven million barrels of porter
- We had three 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 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
- And 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 on the Irish Rover
- We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
- And our ship lost her way in the fog
- And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
- 'Twas meself and the captain's old dog
- Then the ship struck a rock; what a shock
- The bulkhead was turned right over
- We turned nine times around - then the poor old dog was drowned
- Now I'm the last of the Irish Rovers