"The Irish Rover" is a traditional Irish song about a magnificent sailing ship that reaches an unfortunate end. It has been recorded by numerous artists, some of whom have made changes to the lyrics.
"The Irish Rover" is a traditional Irish song about a magnificent sailing ship that reaches an unfortunate end. It has been recorded by numerous artists, some of whom have made changes to...
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too damned right, we're none of us planning to kiss him. But we're planning to listen to his music, aren't we, and he's a genius there, no matter what his front teeth or anything else may look like.
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance And he sailed in the Irish Rover There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had four million barrels of bones. We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, Seven million barrels of porter. We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, In the hold of the Irish Rover.
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for his set He was tootin with skill for each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were flutherd and bet With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk As he rolled the dames under and over
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet 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 winds drove her. She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts And we called her the Irish Rover. We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
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Cheers Ron From Canada!
And he sailed in the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were flutherd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
And we called her the Irish Rover.
We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides