Brown Eyed Girl-The Dubliners

[ti:The Irish Rover] [ar:The Dubliners] [al:Definitive Pub Songs Collection] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Brown Eyed Girl - The Dubliners [00:11.63]On the Fourth of July 1806 [00:14.97]We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork [00:17.52] [00:18.43]We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks [00:22.02]For the Grand City Hall in New York [00:24.35] [00:25.12]'Twas a wonderful craft [00:26.97]She was rigged fore and aft [00:28.59]And oh how the wild wind drove her [00:32.11]She stood several blasts [00:33.77]She had twenty seven masts [00:35.72]And they called her The Irish Rover [00:38.75] [00:39.90]We had one million [00:40.92]Bags of the best Sligo rags [00:43.20]We had two million barrels of stone [00:45.97] [00:46.69]We had three million sides [00:48.32]Of old blind horses hides [00:49.86]We had four million barrels of bones [00:52.82] [00:53.49]We had five million hogs and six million dogs [00:57.24]Seven million barrels of porter [01:00.38]We had eight million bails [01:01.96]Of old nanny goats' tails [01:03.89]In the hold of the Irish Rover [01:06.87] [01:07.62]There was awl Mickey Coote [01:09.67]Who played hard on his flute [01:11.49]When the ladies lined up for a set [01:13.94] [01:14.90]He was tootin' with skill for [01:16.60]Each sparkling quadrille [01:18.29]Though the dancers [01:19.26]Were fluther'd and bet [01:20.74] [01:21.80]With his smart witty talk [01:23.34]He was cock of the walk [01:25.21]And he rolled the dames under and over [01:28.51]They all knew at a glance [01:30.15]When he took up his stance [01:31.95]That he sailed in The Irish Rover [01:35.38] [02:04.42]There was Barney McGee [02:05.86]From the banks of the Lee [02:07.77]There was Hogan from County Tyrone [02:10.21] [02:11.27]There was Johnny McGurk [02:12.87]Who was scared stiff of work [02:14.60]And a man from Westmeath called Malone [02:17.23] [02:18.06]There was Slugger O'Toole [02:19.61]Who was drunk as a rule [02:21.49]And fighting Bill Treacy from Dover [02:24.77]And your man Mick MacCann [02:26.50]From the banks of the Bann [02:28.19]Was the skipper of the Irish Rover [02:31.45] [02:32.56]For a sailor it's always a bother in life [02:35.93]It's so lonesome by night and day [02:38.61] [02:39.40]That he longs for the shore and [02:41.35]A charming young whore [02:42.82]Who will melt all his troubles away [02:45.15] [02:46.31]Oh the noise and the rout [02:47.94]Swillin' poitin and stout [02:49.86]For him soon the torment's over [02:53.00]Of the love of a maid he is never afraid [02:56.44]An old salt from the Irish Rover [02:59.61] [03:00.94]We had sailed seven years [03:02.58]When the measles broke out [03:04.09]And the ship lost its way in the fog [03:07.15]And that whale of a crew [03:09.12]Was reduced down to two [03:11.05]Just myself and the Captain's old dog [03:13.45] [03:14.51]Then the ship struck a rock [03:16.02]Oh Lord What a shock [03:17.77]The bulkhead was turned right over [03:21.90] [03:22.87]Turned nine times around [03:25.77]And the poor old dog was drowned [03:29.21] [03:31.24]And I'm the last of The Irish Rover