The Irish Rover Lyrics - Ireland - The Irish Tenors

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six 

We set out 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, she 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 

There was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee 

There was Hogan from County Tyrone 

There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work 

And a chap from Westmeath named Mallone 

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 on the Irish Rover 

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags 

We had two million barrels of bone 

We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails 

We had four million barrels of stone 

We had five million hogs, six million dogs 

Seven million barrels of porter 

We had eight million sides of old blind horses' hides 

In the hold of the Irish Rover 

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out 

And the 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, Oh, Lord, what a shock 

Oh, how the wild winds drove her 

Turned her nine times around and the poor dog was drowned 

I'm the last, I'm the last, I'm the last of the Irish Rover 

I'm the last of the Irish Rover