eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the Coal
We were sailing away with a
For the grand City Hall in New York
it was rigged 'fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty- three masts and she
And they called her the Ir
There was Barney Magee from the
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was
And a chap from Westmeath
There was Slugger O'Toole
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the
We had two million barrells of bone
We had three million bales of old
We had four million barrells of stone
And seven million barrells of porter
We had eight million sides of old
In the hold of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the
And our ship lost her way in a fo g
And the whole of the crew was re
Then the ship struck a rock,
Turned nine times around then
the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
