Allison Crowe - The Irish Rover lyrics

In the year of our Lord eighteen-hundred and six We set sail from the cold sea of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall of New York We'd an elegant craft, we was rigged fore and aft And, oh, how the trade winds drove her She had twenty-seven masts and she stood several blasts And they called her 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 chap from West Meath called Malone Oh, there was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk, as a rule And fighting Bill Casey from Dover And your man, Nick McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of The Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of bones We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails We had four million barrels of stones We had five million hogs, we had 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 We had sailed several years when the measles broke out And the ship lost its way in the fog And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two Just meself and the captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock - Oh, Lord, what a shock It turned the damned thing over It turned nine times around - and the poor old dog was drowned I'm the last of The Irish Rover