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Lyrics for THE IRISH ROVER by Paddy Schmidt:
| | | Artist: | Paddy Schmidt |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | THE IRISH ROVER | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 172 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And how the wild wind drove her
She could stand a great blast in her twenty seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
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
We had four million
barrels of bone
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 Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from
County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from
Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O´Toole who was drunk as a rule
And
fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
There was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear
All aboard on the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost it´s way in the fog
Then the whole of the crew was reduced down
to two
Just myself and the captain´s old dog
The ship struck a rock, Lord what a
shock
The boat it flipped right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was
drowned
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