We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
For the Grand City Hall in New York
T 'was a wonderful craft,
she was rigged for a naft,
And how the wild wind drove her!
She stood several blasts,
she had twenty -seven masts,
And we called her the Irish Rover!
of the best sni -goo rags,
We had two million barrels of stone,
We had three million sides
of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of bone
And seven million barrels of water
We had eight million bales
of old nanny goats' tails
All on board of the Irish Rover
from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from with me named Malone
There was Snogger O'Toole,
And fightin' Bill Tracy from Dover
There was Dolan from Clare,
All on board of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
when the measles broke out
Our ship lost its way in the fog
Just myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
The boat was turned right over
Whirled nine times around
and the old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
Whirled nine times around
and the old dog was drowned
I'm the master of the Irish Rover!
