Have another drink, boys, oh have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this company
You'll roll 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor
He lived on the dockside near Liverpool town
And he always went down, to the thief and the vagabond
Everyone knew him as Dublin O'Shea
Some say he came from k**arney.
Have another drink, boys, oh have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this company
You'll roll 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor
I sing of an Irishman honest and plain
But what's in the name when you think of the man himself
He was a sailor and he drank with the same,
And he mastered the fine art of blarney.
Have another drink, boys, well have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this company
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.
He was a lay preacher and a God-fearin' man
With a drink in his hand what a terrible sinner
He'd drink with the Devil and he'd spit in his eye,
And he'd go to confession on Friday.
Have another drink, boys, well have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this company
You'll roar 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor.
For rantin', for roarin' there's none can compare,
If you'd met him you'd swear that the man was a saint
But if you could just see him in some foreign bar
You'd swear he was the High King of Ireland.
Have another drink, boys, oh have one with me
We're home from the sea, yes, we're back on the shore
And if you get too drunk, boys, in this company
You'll roll 'round Cape Horn on the Rory O'Mor