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 far and out,
And how the wild wind drove her!
She stood several blasts,
she had twenty -seven masts,
And we called her the Irish Rover!
We had two million barrels of stone,
We had three million sides
of old blind horse's hides
We had four million barrels of bone
And seven million barrels of water
We had eight million bales
of old manny goat's 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 Stalker 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
and the old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
and the old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish rovers!
