The Irish Tenors - The Irish Rover lyrics

In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six We set out from the coal quay of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand City Hall in New York We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft And how the Trade Winds drove her She had twenty three masts and she stood several blasts And they called her the Irish Rover There was Barney Magee 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 Westmeath named Mallone There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper on the Irish Rover We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of bone We had three million bales of old nanny goat tails We had four million barrels of stone 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 We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost her way in the fog And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two 'Twas meself and the captain's old dog Then the ship struck a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock Oh, how the wild winds drove her Turned her nine times around and the poor dog was drowned I'm the last, I'm the last, I'm the last of the Irish Rover I'm the last of the Irish Rover