Hey folks
Im back this week with another Clancy Brothers inspired sea shanty
This one is called The Irish Rover
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the Cohb Quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
Twas an elegant craft, she 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
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrells of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrells of bones
We had five million hogs and six million dogs
And seven million barrells of porter
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats tails
In the hold of 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 Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And our ship lost her way in a fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
'Twas myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh, Lord what a shock
And nearly tumbled over
Turned nine times around then the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover!