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On the fourth of July, 18 hundred and sixWe set sail from the sweet cove of corkWe were sailing away with a cargo of bricksFor the grand city hall in new york,'twas a wonderful craft.She was rigged fore and aftAnd oh, how the wild wind drove herShe stood several blastsShe had twenty seven mastsAnd they called her the irish roverWe had one million bags of the best sligo ragsWe had two million barrels of stone.We had three million sides of old blind horses hidesWe had four million barrels of bones.We had five million hogs,And six million dogs,Seven million barrels of porter,We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tailsIn the hold of the irish rover.There was aul' mickey cooteWho played hard on his fluteAnd the ladies lined up for a setHe was tootin' with skillFor each sparkling quadrilleSongtexteThough the dancers were flut'erd and betWith his smart witty talkHe was cock of the walkAnd he rolled the dames under and overThey all knew at a glanceWhen he took up his stanceThat he sailed in the irish roverThere was Barney McGeeFrom the banks of the LeeThere was Hogan from County TyroneThere was Jonny McGurkWho was scared stiff of workAnd a man from Westmeath called MaloneThere was Slugger O'TooleWho was drunk as a ruleAnd fighting Bill Tracy from doverAnd your man, Mick MacCannFrom the banks of the Bann-Was the skipper of the Irish RoverWe had sailed seven yearsWhen the measles broke outAnd the ship lost its way in the fogAnd that whale of a crewWas reduced down to twoJust myself and the captain's old dogThen the ship struck a rockOh lord! what a shockThe bulkhead was turned right overTurned nine times aroundAnd the poor old dog was drownedI'm the last of the Irish Rover Aus Songtexte Mania