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In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,We set sail from the Coal Quay of CorkWe were sailing away with a cargo of bricksFor the grand City Hall in New YorkWe'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aftAnd how the trade winds drove herShe had twenty-three masts and she stood several blastsAnd they called her the Irish RoverThere was Barney Magee from the banks of the LeeThere was Hogan from County TyroneThere was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of workAnd a chap from Westmeath named MaloneThere was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a ruleAnd fighting Bill Tracy from DoverAnd your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the BannWas the skipper on the Irish RoverWe had one million bags of the best Sligo ragsWe had two million barrells of boneWe had three million bales of old nanny goats' tailsWe had four million barrells of stoneWe had five million hogs and six million dogsAnd seven million barrells of porterWe had eight million sides of old blind horses' hidesIn the hold of the Irish RoverSongtexteWe had sailed seven years when the measles broke outAnd our ship lost her way in a fogAnd the whole of the crew was reduced down to two'Twas myself and the captain's old dogThen the ship struck a rock, oh, Lord what a shockAnd nearly tumbled overTurned nine times around then the poor old dog was drownedI'm the last of the Irish Rover Aus Songtexte Mania