On the 4th of July, eighteen hundred and six
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We set sail from the cold bay of Cork
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We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
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For the grand city hall in New York
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She was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
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And oh, how the wild winds drove her
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She had several blasts, she had 27 masts
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And we called her the Irish Rover
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We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
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We had two million barrels of stones
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We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
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We had four million barrels of bones.
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We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
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And seven million Celtic supporters
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We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
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In the hold of the Irish Rover
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There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
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There was Hogan from County Tyrone
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There was Charlie McGurk who was scared stiff of work
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And a man from Westmeathe called Malone
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There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
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And Fightin' Bill Tracy from Dover
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And your man Mick McCann
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From the banks of the Bann
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Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
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Bridge:
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We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
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And the ship lost its way in the fog (great fog!)
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And the whale of a crew was reduced down to two
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Just myself and the Captain's old dog
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Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
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The bulkhead turned right over
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Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
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And I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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The Irish Rover (Live)
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