Nathan Carter - The Irish Rover

In the year of our Lord 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
Ah 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 stood several blasts
She had twenty-seven masts
They called her The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo Rags
We had two million barrels of stone
Ah we had three million bails of nanny goats' tails
We had four million barrels of bones
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
Lets go

There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Lowry from County Tyrone
Ah there was Jimmy McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And yer man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
He as fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And yer man Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of The Irish Rover
Lets go

We sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And the whale of the crew
Was reduced down to two
Was meself and the Captain's old dog
Then that ship struck a rock
Oh Lord, what a shock
And the bulk it turned right over
It turned nine times around
And the poor auld dog was drowned woof woof
2, 3 And the last of The Irish

Everybody jump

Oggi Oggi Oggi

Written by:
Trad Arr Nathan Carter

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Lyrics © BARDIS MUSIC, USA ATTN: PETER BARDON

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