Irish Rover Lyrics - The High Kings

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 

'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, we had six million dogs, 

Seven million barrels of porter. 

We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, 

In the hold of the Irish Rover. 

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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 scarred 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 

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We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out 

And the ship lost it's way in a 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 dog was drowned 

I'm the last of the Irish Rover