Mark Nissen - Irish Rover lyrics

[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