The Irish Rover-The Dubliners

[ti:The Irish Rover] [ar:The Dubliners] [al:St. Patrick's Day Celebration] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.39]The Irish Rover - The Dubliners [00:01.36]Written by：Crofts [00:02.19] [00:08.20]On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six [00:11.59]We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork [00:13.90] [00:14.92]We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks [00:18.47]For the grand city hall in New York [00:21.12] [00:21.82]'Twas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore and aft [00:25.33]And oh how the wild winds drove her [00:28.58]She'd got several blasts she'd twenty seven masts [00:32.09]And we called her the Irish Rover [00:35.25] [00:36.57]We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags [00:39.71]We had two million barrels of stones [00:43.13]We had three million sides of old blind horses hides [00:46.58]We had four million barrels of bones [00:49.25] [00:50.00]We had five million hogs we had six million dogs [00:53.60]Seven million barrels of porter [00:56.88]We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails [01:00.38]In the hold of the Irish Rover [01:03.54] [01:04.55]There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute [01:07.86]When the ladies lined up for his set [01:10.26] [01:11.29]He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille [01:14.75]Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet [01:17.17] [01:18.13]With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk [01:21.70]As he rolled the dames under and over [01:24.99]They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance [01:28.41]And he sailed in the Irish Rover [01:31.58] [02:01.02]There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee [02:04.20]There was Hogan from County Tyrone [02:07.00] [02:07.63]There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work [02:11.13]And a man from Westmeath called Malone [02:13.82] [02:14.47]There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule [02:18.00]And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover [02:21.32]And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann [02:24.65]Was the skipper of the Irish Rover [02:28.16] [02:29.08]For a sailor it's always a bother in life [02:32.36]It's so lonesome by night and day [02:35.05] [02:35.76]That he longs for the shore and a charming young whore [02:39.33]Who will melt all his troubles away [02:41.75] [02:42.85]Oh the noise and the rout swillin' poitin' and stout [02:46.12]For him soon the torment's over [02:49.43]Of the love of a maid he is never afraid [02:52.99]An old salt from the Irish Rover [02:56.08] [02:57.30]We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out [03:00.74]And the ship lost it's way in a fog [03:03.28] [03:03.98]And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two [03:07.41]Just meself and the captain's old dog [03:10.06] [03:10.89]Then the ship struck a rock oh Lord what a shock [03:14.52]The bulkhead was turned right over [03:18.71] [03:19.32]Turned nine times around and the poor dog was drowned [03:25.78] [03:27.66]I'm the last of the Irish Rover