Irish Rover

Lyrics

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the Cobh quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
‘Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft
How the trade winds drove her
She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bone
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O’Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick Mc Cann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost it’s way in the fog
Then the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the captain’s old dog
The ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
Nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I’m the last of the Irish Rover

Cork 1

Songs of Cork


Notes



County

Cork

Song Themes

Songs of the sea

Songwriter

J M Crofts