Irish Rover

Текст песни Santiano - Irish Rover

[Strophe 1:]
On the Fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cobh of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
Twas a wonderfull craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And the called her The Irish Rover

[Refrain:]
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million bales of oly nanny goats tails
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
Six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides'
In the hold of the Irish Rover

[Strophe 2:]
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunks as a rule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the Skipper of the Irish Rover
[Refrain:]
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million bales of oly nanny goats tails
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
Six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides'
In the hold of the Irish Rover

[Strophe 3:]
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down on two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover

[Refrain:]
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million bales of oly nanny goats tails
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
Six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old blind horses hides'
In the hold of the Irish Rover