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T:Irish Rover
D:The Dubliners & The Pogues
D:The High Kings
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W:On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
W:We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
W:We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
W:For the grand city hall in New York
W:'Twas a wonderful craft
W:She was rigged fore and aft
W:And oh, how the wild wind drove her
W:She stood several blasts
W:She had twenty seven masts
W:And they called her The Irish Rover
W:We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
W:We had two million barrels of stone
W:We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
W:We had four million barrels of bone
W:We had five million hogs
W:and six million dogs
W:Seven million barrels of porter
W:We had eight million bales of old nanny goats tails
W:In the hold of the Irish Rover
W:There was Barney McGee
W:From the banks of the Lee
W:There was Hogan from County Tyrone
W:There was Johnny McGurk
W:Who was scared stiff of work
W:And a man from Westmeath called Malone
W:There was Slugger O'Toole
W:Who was drunk as a rule
W:And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
W:And your man, Mick McCann
W:From the banks of the Bann
W:Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
W:There was old Mickey Coote
W:Who played hard on his flute
W:When the ladies lined up for the set
W:He was tootin' with skill
W:For each sparkling quadrille
W:'Til the dancers were fluthered and bet
W:With his smart witty talk
W:He was cock of the walk
W:As he rolled the dames under and over
W:They all knew at a glance
W:When he took up his stance
W:That he sailed in The Irish Rover
W:For a sailor it's always the bother in life
W:It's so lonesome by night and by day
W:And he longs for the shore
W:and the charming young whore
W:Who will melt all his troubles away
W:All the noise and the rout
W:Swillin' poiteen and stout
W:For him soon are done and over
W:Of the love of a maid he is never afraid
W:When he sails in the Irish Rover
W:We had sailed seven years
W:When the measles broke out
W:And the ship lost its way in the fog
W:And that deuce of a crew
W:Was reduced down to two
W:Just myself and the captain's old dog
W:When the ship struck a rock
W:Oh Lord, what a shock!
W:The boat she was turned right over
W:Turned nine times around
W:And the poor old dog was drowned
W:I'm the last of The Irish Rover

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