On the fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweat cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
Twas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish RoverWe had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of bone
We had five million hogs six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny gold tails
In the hold of the Irish RoverThere was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
Ehen the ladies lined up for a set
he was tootin' with skill For each sparking quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk
He rolled the damnes under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed on the Irish RoverThere 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 your man from the West Meath called Malone
The was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the bankls of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
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