In the year of our Lord, 1806, We set sail from the coal quay of Cork. We were sailing away with the cargo bricks For the Grand City Hall in New York.With an elegant craft she was rigged, full and daft, And though the trade winds drove her, She had twenty-three masts, and she stood several class, And they called her the Irish Rover.There was Barney McGee from the Banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone, There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work, And the chap from Westmead named Malone.We had Slover O'Toole who was drunk as a roo, And Fagin Beltreschi from Dover, And young man Mick McCann from the Banks of the Pan, Was the skipper of the Irish Rover.We had one million bags of the best LIGO rags, We had two million barrels of bone, We had three million bales of old nanny goats' tails, We had four million barrels of stone.We had five million hogs and six million dogs, Seven million barrels of porter, We had eight million sides of our 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 a fog, And the whale of the crew was reduced down to two, Was meself and the captain's old dog.Well the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock, And nearly tumbled over, Turned nine times around, And the poor old dog was drowned.I'm the last of the Irish Rover.© BF-WATCH TV 2021