In the year of our Lord, 1806,
We set sail up the Colfey Accord.
For the grand city hauling yard.
she was rigged for and daft
And how the trade winds drove her
and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover
Well, there was Barney McGee
from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
who was scared stiff for work
And a man from Westmead named Malone
oh, two blind drunk as a ruler
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann,
from the banks of the Bannin'
Was the skipper of the Irish loaver
Well, we had one million bags
We had two million barrels of gold in
We had three million bales
of old Manny Goat's tails
We had four million barrels of stone in
7 million bottles of porter
of old line horse to slide
In the hull of the Irish Rover
Well, we had sailed seven years
when the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in the fog
To Swisself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock,
And the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover you
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