The Irish Rovers - Dublin O'Shea lyrics

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