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Uploaded by on Dec 17, 2006

Live recording from a pub in Schull, West Cork, Ireland.
with Tom Brosnan and Chris Sayer.
more from Chris Sayer on www.oldbastards.eu
Enjoy the traditional song and the stunning people.
Here are the lyrics:
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,
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 fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
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 sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover

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  • what are the lyrics of this song ?

    thanks

  • Have a look at the description, I've just added the lyrics!

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  • We Irish folk, we know how to have fun.

  • that blonde girl at the front table is a mjor buzz killer

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  • Simple, marvelous, poetic and cosy. Sweet!

  • Eh...inspired me enough to open me own pub. Cheers!

  • Girl in the Front Table, On Her moons..23.sec. Whats she expect Tunder Down Under?

  • I see one person was so drunk they accidentally clicked thumbs down.

  • I miss this! I was in Ireland for only.. 2 and a half weeks, but this made me so happy.

  • @Serge808 I agree. She must have wanted to talk about feelings with her guy.

  • I wanna be irish! But being asain is still good. :D

  • @Fuleing

    Irish Proud

    You're doing it right :D

  • I'm german, but your Irish music is on of the best in the world! I love it! In future I want to visit your beautiful country to go in a pub, to drink beer and to hear "Irish Rover". That is my wish :D

  • I thought that fella was playing the bodhran...... then I realised it was a barstool

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