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In the year of our lord, 1806We set sail from the culkay of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricksFor that Grand City Hall in New York'Twas a wonderful craftIt was rigged fore and aftAnd how the wild wind drove herShe had 23 mastsAnd she stood several blastsAnd they called her The Irish RoverThere was Barney McGeeFrom the banks of the LeeThere was Hogan from County TyroneThere was Johnny McGurkWho was scared stiff of workAnd a chap from Westmeath called MaloneThere was Slugger O'TooleWho was drunk as a ruleAnd Fighting Bill Tracy from DoverAnd your man, Mick McCannFrom the banks of the BannWas the skipper of the Irish RoverWe had one million bags of the best Sligo ragsWe had two million barrels of stonesLetras de cancionesWe had three million sides of old nanny goat's tailsWe had four million barrels of stoneWe had five million hogsSix million dogsAnd seven million barrels of porterWe had eight million barrels of old blind horse's hidesIn the hold of the Irish RoverWe had sailed seven yearsWhen the measles broke outAnd the ship lost its way in the fog (big fog!)And that whale of a crewWas reduced down to twoJust myself and the Captain's old dogThen the ship struck a rockOh Lord! what a shockAnd nearly tumbled overShe turned nine times aroundAnd the poor old dog was drownedI'm the last of The Irish Rover From Letras Mania