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The Irish Rover

๐Ÿ‘ค The Pogues & The Dubliners โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Summer in Siam โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 5:04
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On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York

'Twas a wonderful 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 they called her The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones

We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was aul' Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet

With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover

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 drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

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 to 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
And the last of The Irish Rover

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:08.02] On the Fourth of July, 1806
[00:11.32] We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
[00:14.53] We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
[00:18.02] For the Grand City Hall in New York
[00:21.27] 'Twas a wonderful craft
[00:23.12] She was rigged, fore and aft
[00:24.73] And oh, how the wild wind drove her
[00:28.33] She stood several blasts
[00:30.08] She had twenty seven masts
[00:31.75] And they called her The Irish Rover
[00:36.59] We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
[00:39.54] We had two million barrels of stone
[00:42.99] We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
[00:46.47] We had four million barrels of bones
[00:49.78] We had five million hogs
[00:51.88] And six million dogs
[00:53.50] Seven million barrels of porter
[00:56.73] We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
[01:00.17] In the hold of the Irish Rover
[01:04.57] There was aul' Mickey Coote
[01:06.07] Who played hard on his flute
[01:07.81] When the ladies lined up for a set
[01:11.14] He was tootin' with skill
[01:12.92] For each sparkling quadrille
[01:14.67] Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
[01:17.81] With his smart witty talk
[01:20.05] He was cock of the walk
[01:21.58] And he rolled the dames under and over
[01:24.83] They all knew at a glance
[01:26.59] When he took up his stance
[01:28.35] That he sailed in The Irish Rover
[02:00.16] There was Barney McGee
[02:02.51] From the banks of the Lee
[02:04.18] There was Hogan from County Tyrone
[02:07.47] There was Johnny McGurk
[02:09.39] Who was scared stiff of work
[02:10.92] And a man from Westmeath called Malone
[02:14.41] There was Slugger O'Toole
[02:16.32] Who was drunk as a rule
[02:18.09] And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
[02:21.46] And your man, Mick MacCann
[02:23.02] From the banks of the Bann
[02:24.83] Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
[02:29.45] We had sailed seven years
[02:30.80] When the measles broke out
[02:32.62] And the ship lost its way in the fog
[02:35.94] And that whale of a crew
[02:37.50] Was reduced down to two
[02:39.34] Just myself and the Captain's old dog
[02:42.62] Then the ship struck a rock
[02:44.47] Oh Lord, what a shock
[02:46.41] The bulkhead was turned right over
[02:51.53] Turned nine times around
[02:53.92] And the poor old dog was drowned
[02:59.73] And the last of The Irish Rover
[03:34.11]

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